Chapter Fifteen
When Malcolm knocked on the door, Sydney was nervous. Everything had survived the quick disrobing the evening before, except the stockings. She bought another pair to replace them and she decided not to wear the gloves, a little too much she thought. Maybe she’d regret the decision later, but then, she really didn’t want to be thinking of Gabriel all night long.
“Syd!” Malcolm’s normally unaffected expression was genuinely provoked by the sight of his sluttily clothed model.
“Will it do?” she asked.
“You surprise me,” he said.
“I hoped I would,” she said with a haughty affected turn of the phrase.
“All you need is some of those fingerless gloves. Don’t you think that would complete it?”
“It’s as complete as it’s gonna get, Mal, I’ll be lucky to survive this.”
“You d
