"I can appreciate good work." She replied. And handsome backs. Her fingers lightly traced the lines and then he turned around. She was now touching and seeing his chest. She pulled her hand back and flushed. Harriet couldn't believe she was being so forward. She looked up into his eyes. There was just something about him that drew her in. Something that spoke of strength and power. Just the idea that someone like him would even look at someone like her, let alone talk to her like this was gobsmacking. "I... I'm Livia." She suddenly thought to introduce herself. Giving him her middle name wasn't a deception so much as she hated her first name. She didn't want this man thinking of her as Harriet.