Chapter Seven
Sydney pulled off the lounge where she and Malcolm had just screwed. Both of them were sweating; the studio was stifling in a warmer than usual springtime heat.
“The session was good today,” Malcolm said. “The heat made you look like a jungle cat.”
“That savage?” Sydney smirked at the thought.
“Yes, I liked that.”
Sydney wasn’t surprised by his evaluation. She was feeling something savage inside her, not something that she was used to, but it had been building for some days.
“You can model tomorrow?” he asked.
“It’s Friday, isn’t it?” she considered. “I have wedding.”
“So?”
“I have to go,” she answered flatly.
“What’s that, an hour or two?” he said.
“It’s all day. One of my best friends.”
Malcolm was good at taking up her time, making assumptions and otherwise se
