Chapter 29

Her body felt feverish, deliciously feverish. With his hand on her hip, he guided her from one framed painting to another, each one more outrageous than to other. Maple Albatross really was eccentric. She could finally understand why Simone had a private section for her works. For a woman who hid behind baggy clothes shrinking away from conversations, her imagination was quite vivid and her paintings incredibly detailed.

“What do you think?”

They were now in front of the sculpture the other woman was looking at when they came in. It was a wrought iron piece. It looked like an amateur attempt at sculpting but once again Maple’s imagination was at work. Unlike her other arguably tame works this one was on the wild side. A woman on her knees in front of the male who held the end of a metal rope with the other end of it attached to a collar around the woman’s neck.

A shudder ran through her and she laughed nervously. “I think Maple is actually into some wild stuff beneath that timid ext