Page 592 of Love Bites

“I do my best.” He covertly began to flex his muscles and it was all I could do not to throw up in my mouth. “You need to cover your entire body, if you know what I mean.” He gave me a smarmy smile and winked.

‘Ohhhhhh, that’s hot,” I cooed.

He handed me the paperwork and I posed for a few Polaroid shots.

“Well, that’s about it for now, dear.”

Dangit, I needed more info from the pervert…

“What about the others?” I asked as I pulled out my phone.

“What others?” he asked, alarmed.

“The other owners. Don’t they have to approve me too?” I asked innocently as he visibly relaxed.

“Oh no,” he bragged. “I’m in charge. What I say goes. Anyway, they’re off on assignments with some other models.”

“Cool,” I squealed. “Can I take your picture? You are so hot my friends are going to die.”

His ego was huge and he grinned. “Of course, dear.”

“Hold this,” I blew him a kiss and handed him my cup. “All my friends’ bosses are old and fat. I am gonna rub your hotness in in a big way.”

“Shall I flex?” he asked as he waggled his eyebrows.

Oh my god he was a loser, but I got his fingerprints on my cup. “Absolutely, but don’t be surprised if I faint from your total smokin’ manliness,” I said in the sexiest voice I could pull out of my butt.

“You are a delightful young woman.” He leered and stepped into my personal space. “You are going to be a very desired model.”

I took my cup from his hand and stepped back. Breathlessly I stuttered, “What time do I start tomorrow?”

“Be here at ten, dear. And bring an overnight bag just in case. There’s a chance you might book a whirlwind gig in New York and we’ll have to leave immediately.”

“Awesome,” I squealed and hustled to the door. “I’ll see you tomorrow!”

“Yes, dear. Tomorrow.”

As I quickly made my way to the exit, I heard something large and glass shatter in the back room accompanied with a string of swear words from the lovely Tina #1. Puck Flare’s eyes narrowed frighteningly as he marched back to investigate. Tina #1 was one of my least favorite people in the world, but I actually felt fear for her. I considered following him back to defuse the situation, but I could not under any circumstances blow my cover. Innocent women’s lives were possibly at stake—or at least their dead bodies.

Besides, I was sure he wouldn’t harm Tina #1 with me having witnessed their tiff… I raced to my car and texted Junior. I told him to stop by the agency and buy some products for his mom. I explained the situation and told him to go immediately. He texted back he would.

As much as I wanted to tear Tina #1’s limbs from her body, I didn’t want to knowingly be responsible for someone harming her. I wanted that honor for myself…

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