Sarah half laughed, half snorted “Every boys fantasy, to be James Bond.  You’d better use the sheets out of my room as well so you don’t get hurt.”   She moved closer to him, even though she was under the covers and he was still above, she could feel his heat and was drawn to it.<br/><br/>She absentmindedly reached out and started to draw random patterns along his shoulder and chest.  She glanced at him modestly, wondering if she should tell him her secret.  Being a fan he might find it interesting to learn, and considering everything else she had shared with him today, her tattoo, her naivety, her clumsiness, what did one more thing matter?  She knew he wasn’t allowed to do a kiss and tell story, even if he did do a James Bond escape, it was part of the contract between herself and The Place.   More importantly, she knew she could tell him because she trusted him.<br/><br/>“Actually, I see more cattle contracts than modelling ones.  Modelling was meant to be short term, to pay for college.” she smiled enigmatically at him “I have a master’s degree in business and corporate law.”<em>Surprise I’m not just a pretty face but smart too!</em>“As clichéd as this sounds, my parents own a cattle ranch on the Texas side of the border between there and New Mexico, when I’m not modelling I’m usually there helping out.”