Chapter Five
Without a master, I might have been reluctant to return to Roelf’s class the following day. Another confrontation with the man was not at all in my plans. However now, I had a new burst of inspiration, that I’d have some satisfaction in demonstrating for the arrogant artist. At the same time, I’d let him wonder about its cause and keep my cool in face of any continuing attempts to disparage me. Since the topic of my modeling had not yet been covered with Jackson, my decision was clear. In fact, the rest of my time in Amsterdam seemed clear—I’d given up to my master all those pressing decisions that weighed so heavily on me.
As I walked into the studio, I felt sexy and physically stirred. Thoughts of Jackson filled my brain. I’m not sure Roelf noticed any difference in my a
