Read an Excerpt: While Derek set up in the living room, Ellen examined herself in the mirror. She knew she had to wear skimpy shorts and a bra so Derek could later fill in the blanks and make his sketch a true nude, but looking at herself in the mirror she realized she didn't consider some of the reactions her body was now giving off. Her mind flashed to the picture of that woman, bound and gagged - but this time the lusting, anguished look on the woman's face was her own. Her nipples tightened against the soft cotton of her bra and budded outwards, and she was suddenly aware of the soft underwear cupping the sex between her legs. Why are my nipples so perked? Why am I so aroused? This is wrong. This is so wrong. Derek called up, "Hey Ellen, are you coming?" Am I coming? Her mind processed this question in a number of ways and she quickly snapped herself out of it. What the heck is happening to me? "I'll be right down, Derek!" Ellen raced back into her closet and changed her bra for one that wouldn't expose her physiological response to - to whatever it was she was getting all horny about. She couldn't really figure it out. When she walked back down to the living room Derek was there waiting for her, sitting on a chair facing the couch with his sketch pad in his hand. She felt a little self-conscious in her mini shorts and bra. She noticed Derek had started a fire in the fireplace and had taken his shirt off. "A fire? In the fall? It's cold outside but not that cold, Derek. It feels like a sauna in here." "Trust me, if you're gonna sit still in a bra and shorts for an hour, you're gonna get chilly. The heat will keep you comfortable. It's more relaxing, too. I like sketching like this." Ellen looked at his muscles. She never realized how chiseled Derek became over the course of the year. It must have had something to do with all the manual labor he did through his summer job. She looked at the veins lining the muscles that bulged gently from his neck, arms, and ches