The summer house was nestled in a stand of trees down by the river. The gabled roof and pretty fretwork lent it chocolate box appeal, although it was somewhat of a faded beauty now. It had begun life as the housekeeper's cottage, but had also been used as a guest house, lovers' retreat and storage room.
The three of us worked together clearing out the single bedroom and sitting room until it was time for me to prepare for class in the conservatory. A few minutes before two-thirty, the model and students began to arrive with no sign of Robbie joining us. I was about to go and fetch him when he and Blake walked in.
Their gazes flew straight to the naked model perched on the edge of a chair draped in red silk. Robbie blushed to the roots of his hair and kept staring, but Blake looked away.
