The studio was hotter than hell.
Allie's armpits were heavily dripping like a broken faucet. Her pores seemed to have an endless supply of water. She would be, without a doubt, dying in dehydration in another hour.
The flames behind her blew another hot air on her bareback and the heat traveled down to her toes. It was like a dragon exhaling against her skin.
It was a crazy idea, Allie knew, to pose n***d for an artist. She didn't even need the money in the first place now that she was a regular attorney in a famous firm in Chicago. As an owner of a condo in a high-end building, Allie could laugh at the salary she would get by posing nude.
But one call from her college friend, she found herself agreeing before her know-it-all mind could protest.
Posing nude reminded her of Mac.
Arran
