āI threw the door open and grinned before I even looked at what Morgan was wearing, but when I finally saw her, my grin vanished as my mouth fell open. She was my sculpture, classic and Greek and⦠not wearing as much as I thought sheād be. She had on a long white toga skirt with a high slit up one side, so her leg stuck out as she struck a pose. Sheād dressed as one of those topless sculptures, and while she wasnāt completely nude up top, all she had on was a white bandeau. Just a strip of material that wrapped around her breasts and back. Her skin and hair were all painted a statue white, but the brightness of the color only accentuated the shadows in every dip of muscle she had ā and God did her abs look incredible.ā