Chapter 7

“Just throw your leg over his hip a bit. Yeah, like that,” she said enthusiastically. “I want it to look like you’re just about to mount him.”

I lay there, basking in her compliments. How happy was I that Cynthia had talked me into coming along. Cynthia! She would die if she saw me like this, posing nude. I felt my stomach flip at the thought of her ever finding out. Would it matter? Would she think less of me because I posed naked for her friend? I didn’t think so. I was sure she’d understand. I relaxed then, savoring the sensuousness of my nudity in this sun-drenched room.

“You have no idea how hot that looks,” Margaret said, scratching at the paper.