Crewel was sitting in his office as he watched the photo shoot down stairs. A pretty Greek boy had been brought in to model some of Crewels Mythical collection.

The lighting was perfect and the props they used of bronze swords and pearls made the boy look like he stepped out of a renaissance painting. Crewel was almost tempted to go downstairs to get a closer look, but he decided that it could only lead to trouble. He’d already slept with 3 models this week. That’s why they needed a new one. The old ones didn’t appreciate being a fling or well, their boss brushing them off the next day. Fair. But oh well. Crewel had been advised by his team to not sleep with anymore models. Bullshit.

As he thought about this unfair situation the photo shoot wrapped up and the Greek model started stripping. Right there! On set! Damn it had been too long since Crewel got with such a muscled man.

So he blanked out and the next thing he knew he was downstairs waiting in the model dressing room. The door opened and Crewels resolve hardened. He may be banned from getting laid but he was not banned from making out with a man who looked like he could break Crewel in half.