4 Chapter 4

“Oh, thanks, that’s great. Have a rest. Sorry, I do get carried away sometimes and forget how hard it is on you to hold that position for so long.”

Amanda then lay back against the cushions that she’d fluffed up while Margaret was busy with her work. She casually opened one leg, dropping the knee over, looking like a sultry siren as she peered at me through half-closed eyes.

“Oh, that’s excellent,” Margaret said, glancing up.

Margaret busily sketched away, totally absorbed in her work. I tried hard to copy what she was doing, but mine looked as though a five-year-old had drawn it compared to hers. Amanda’s gaze never left my face, and I could feel the heat rising in me as she scrutinized me. It was as though she’d peeled off my clothing, and it was I who was naked, not her.