Deanna's eyes swept over each painting, the gleam in her gaze betraying her fascination.

“Keegan, who is the artist behind these paintings?" she asked.

Despite his vexation over Brian's unexpected request, Keegan remained calm and composed.

“Rosalynn and I collaborated on these.”

Deanna swiveled to face him, a surprised Look on her face.

"Really?"

She had been convinced they were the creations of a renowned artist.

Gazing at Keegan's handsome features, she approached his desk, a curious glint in her eye.

“Could you teach me to draw?"

She was young, her face delicate, her skin smooth.

An inviting sight, so much so that one might have been tempted to pinch her cheek.

Keegan found himself leaning back, creating a safe distance.

“Aren't you here to learn about business management?" he inquired, avoiding her question.

She flashed a playful smile at him.

“You're free as a bird right now.

Teach me."

Standing up, Keegan went over to pour himself a glass of water.

"I have my hands full.”

Deanna was momentarily silent. Eyeing his tall frame, she followed him, pressing her request further.

“Will you or won't you teach me to draw?"

She lifted her chin, embodying the stance of a stubborn, regal young princess.

Keegan took a sip of water and asked, intrigued, "What if I decline?"