TWO HOURS LATER, the set was ready to go. Everyone stood around waiting. The only person missing was Max.
“Where’s our sexy model?” the photographer yelled.
Someone scurried up to him and then he turned around and roared, “Rory?”
“Yes?”
“Max wants to talk to you. He’s in the dressing room.”
The entire room watched as I walked across the room and knocked on the door.
“Come in.” Max’s voice sounded terse.
I stepped into the room and had to work to keep my mouth from dropping wide open. Max looked like a hockey god wearing the equivalent of hockey lingerie. His skates added 3 inches to his 6’4” frame. He wore a pair of short black boxers that showed off his powerful legs and his impressive bulge. His hard, muscular body sparkled with oil and glistened in the light. His hair was messily
