She snorted. "Knowing my father, he'd probably hang it in the dining for shits and giggles," she muttered. It was expected for him to do such things. He was Donoghan Tremlett after all.
The kiss on her shoulder made an evident shiver throughout her body, which caused her to frown. "You're pushing it, Jenkins," she growled between her clenched jaw. Eyes flickered over her shoulder. "The artist is not supposed to be seduced by the model. It's in the rules," she stressed.