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  Alec grinned. “Just think of me as the silent partner,” he joked.

  “Nice to meet you,” I finally managed to get out.

  “And this,” R.J. said, gesturing to Mr. Orgasm, “is Blake Stone. He’s one of our many talented male models here at Parker.”

  Blake stuck his hand out toward me. For a moment I just looked at it. Wow. He was even better in 3D.

  “Nice to meet you, Kya.”

  Kya. He said my name. Why did that suddenly make me want to doodle Blake + Kya in big hearts?

  “Uh, hi,” I said lamely, shaking his outstretched hand. It was warm. Big. Mine almost disappeared in it. And his grip was strong. Yet familiar somehow. Inviting. I felt myself go warm in completely inappropriate places.

  “I’m actually glad you two had a chance to meet,” R.J. continued. “Blake will be doing the shoot with you on Sunday. Don’t worry, he’s a pro. He’ll walk you through everything, honey.”

  I licked my lips again, my mouth suddenly dry. “Okay.”

  “Okay, great, listen, Kya, why don’t you go fill out those papers with Julie and once Alec looks over everything, I’ll have someone give you a call with all the particulars about Sunday.”

  Alec nodded in agreement.

  “Uh, okay.”

  “Great, see you later, doll.”

  “Nice to meet you,” Blake said, flashing me a smile that could melt the panties off a nun.

  I smiled back. I should have worn my hair down. I had a feeling he would have liked that. I blame the hangover and the night of brazen hussiness that I had a sudden vision of his hands fisted in my hair as he trailed his lips down my neck.

  “I’ll see you Sunday.”

  “What?” I blinked, feeling my cheeks go warm as Blake waved to me. “Right. Sunday. Um, bye.”

  I slipped out, closing the door behind me.

  I took a few deep breaths, trying to get my heart rate under control before I walked back down the hallway and out to reception.

  “Miss Star?”

  I paused halfway to the front door as the receptionist called my name.

  “Yes?”

  “If you could just fill out these forms, we’ll get you on the books.”

  I turned around. She had a neat stack of papers sitting at the edge of her desk, arranged on a clipboard. I glanced at the first page. An agency contract between Parker models and Kya Star. I scanned it. While I couldn’t totally make out all the legal mumbo jumbo, it seemed like a pretty standard fare, a lot like the ones OmniWeb had our clients sign when we did web work for them. I scanned the second page. And felt my breath catch in my throat. It was the agreement for the modeling job on Sunday. And, apparently, models made a whole hell of a lot more than web designers. Seriously, someone was going to pay me this much just to throw on some clothes and smile?

  I stared at the last page and a line just waiting for my signature.

  Okay, get serious, Kya. One wild night at a club was one thing. Even coming here today had been, well, a little on the crazy side. But actually going on a modeling shoot? How long did I think I could keep up this charade?

  The reality of it was that I’d show up, they’d put the clothes on me and nothing would fit right, because, duh, being a flat chested stick of a woman, nothing ever fit right. The Ex-Boyfriend had once said sex with me was like making love to a tree. Chances were, they’d fire me on the spot.

  But, if they didn’t…

  Visions of all sorts of gadgets I could buy for my Dell with that kind of money started dancing before my eyes. I took a deep breath. And before I knew it, I was signing “Kya Star” on the bottom of the page and initialing here, here and here.

  I felt my heart hammering in my chest as I pushed the clipboard back at Julie.

  She sent me a smile. “Thanks, Miss Star. I’ll call you once we have the particulars about where and when you’re to show up on Sunday.”

  I nodded, not trusting myself to speak.

  “Kya?”

  I turned. Blake was just coming down the hall. I cleared my throat. “Uh, hi.”

  “Hey, glad I caught you.”

  Oh you can catch me anytime. “Oh?” I asked instead, cocking one eyebrow at him.

  “R.J. told me you’re kind of new to modeling.”

  I nodded. “Between you and me,” I said leaning in, “I’m a photo shoot virgin.”

  Ohmigod, did I just say ‘virgin’ to the hot guy?

  He grinned. “Don’t worry, I’ll be gentle.”

  Hell. I think my womb just clenched.

  “Listen, I was wondering if maybe you’d like to grab dinner some night? I could give you a few pointers before the shoot?”

  I blinked. Dinner? As in with him? As in he and I together?

  “Are you asking me out on a date?” I asked, looking up coyly at him through my lashes. Probably a move I’d seen in an Angelina Jolie movie.

  One corner of his mouth lifted up, producing the most adorable dimple on the planet in his right cheek. “Maybe. Only, that is, if you say yes.”

  I sucked in my lower lip seductively. “Yes.”

  The other corner lifted up. What do you know? He had a pair of dimples. Absolutely adorable. “Great. I’ll get your number from R.J. and call you. Tomorrow night sound okay?”

  “Perfect. Looking forward to it, Blake,” I said. Then before he could change his mind, I turned on my heel and walked out the front door, giving my hips just a little more sway than normal.

  As soon as I was outside, I ran down the front steps two at a time, doing a cross between hyperventilating and giggling like a kid with a serious pop star crush. Ohmigod, had I just flirted with a hot model? Did I have a date with one? I had never flirted before. I’d tried once. With Ex-Boyfriend on our first date. He’d told me later it was so pathetic that he’d felt sorry for me and taken me home. Kinda like a little lost puppy.

  So, how had I done that? It was like I knew exactly the right thing to say. For once in my life.

  I looked down at my heels. Maybe they really would change my life.

  I walked down the block, toward my car parked on the next street over and pulled out my cell, keying in Danielle’s extension at work.

  “Danielle Greene,” she answered on the first ring.

  “Hey, Danielle, it’s me. Kya.”

  “Kya! Hey, girl. Maxie and I were worried about you. Peterman said you took a vacation day. You okay? Those cosmos hit you hard last night, huh?”

  She didn’t know the half of it. “Yeah, I’m fine. Listen, I was wondering if you’re busy tonight?”

  Danielle laughed. “Don’t tell me you want to go clubbing again?”

  “No, actually, I was wondering if maybe you could help me do a little shopping. I need something to wear tomorrow night. I-” I paused, feeling my face break into a goofy grin. “I have a hot date.”

  Chapter Three

  He was late.

  I pulled my cell out for the fourth time in as many minutes, checking the screen. 7:05pm. And no calls. Blake had said he had a photo shoot that afternoon and to meet him at La Cucina restaurant at seven for dinner. I was sitting in my car (too nervous to go into the restaurant alone) waiting for any sign of him in the parking lot. None so far. I was beginning to think I’d been punked. I mean, had I really thought he wanted to go out with me? Maybe it was ‘haze the new girl’, or maybe he and R.J. had been in on this little joke from the beginning. Let’s see how far we can push the plain girl into actually thinking she’s really something. I’ll offer her a modeling contract and you ask her out on a date. Hardy har har.

  I shifted in my seat, tugging at the hem of my dress as it rode up my thigh in my hatchback. I had a feeling I’d be doing a lot of tugging tonight. It was at least six inches shorter than anything I’d ever worn. Slinky, tight, and cut into a low V in the front. And red. Not maroon or mauve but bright fire engine red. I’d protested about a dozen different ways when Danielle had plucked it off the rack at Macy’s yesterday, but once she shov
ed me and the dress into a fitting room, I’d had no choice But to put it on. Oddly enough, it actually flattered my shape. It gave me a shape. Almost a miracle. And, it had been on sale. Discounted fifty-percent off as the new season’s styles were about to come in. But the deciding factor had been the color. It perfectly matched my red heels. Yeah, I was wearing them again. Call me superstitious but I was starting to think of them as my good luck charms. I know, I know, I’d have to get a new pair at some point or people were going to begin to wonder if I didn’t only own one pair of shoes. But, for now, they fit perfectly, matched perfectly, and looked smoking hot for my date.

  That is if he ever showed up.

  I glanced down at my cell again. 7:10pm. Hell, was I being stood up?

  I was about to call it quits when at 7:14 a blue convertible BMW roared into the parking lot, circling once before finding a space under a blinking overhead light. The door opened and Blake emerged, dressed in a dark blazer over a pair of butt hugging jeans. My stomach bottomed out and I took a deep breath, getting out of the car just as he spotted me. He waved, then jogged over as I locked my car.

  “Hey, terrible traffic on 101. Sorry I’m late,” he apologized, leaning down and brushing the slightest touch of a kiss on my right cheek.

  I was never washing that cheek again.

  “Were you? I just got here myself,” I lied.

  “Perfect timing then.” He grinned at me, a one dimpler this time. “You look beautiful.” His eyes did a head-to-toe thing, resting on my hair, loose and down my back tonight. “I like your hair like this. Long and loose. Gorgeous.”

  I licked my lips. “Thanks.” See? I’d known he was a long-hair kind of guy.

  “Hungry?”

  “Starving,” I replied honestly.

  “Shall we then?” He placed a hand at the small of my back, gently steering me toward the restaurant. Though it may as well have been a cattle prod, it felt that hot. Tingling, all consuming. It was all I could do to place one foot in front of the other as my entire body focused on the heat coming through his palm. Again I got that odd sense of familiarity. I could easily imagine those hands gliding up my back, kneading at the nape of my neck, spinning me around for an intimate kiss as they tangled themselves in my hair.

  “Did you have any trouble finding the place?”

  “What?” I said the word on a sigh, pulling myself out of the vivid daydream.

  “The restaurant? You said you lived in Sunnyvale. Any trouble getting here?”

  “Oh, no. No, your directions were perfect.”

  “Yahoo maps.” He winked at me. “But I’m happy to take credit for them if they earn a brownie point or two.”

  “Very cute.”

  “I try.” This time the grin was a two dimpler.

  I couldn’t help smiling back as the waitress guided us to a table for two near the back. White linen tablecloths, beveled wine glasses, a single votive candle flickering in the center. All we needed now was shared strand of spaghetti and it was the picture of a romantic Italian restaurant.

  Blake pulled out my chair, then sat himself opposite me.

  “What are you in the mood for?” he asked, picking up the wine list.

  “Oh. Uh…” I bit my lip. As I may have mentioned, I wasn’t much of a drinker. Wine came in three kinds in my world: red, white and from a box. I wracked my brain to come up with anything that didn’t sound like I was twelve. What did Danielle order when we’d gone out to lunch for her birthday? What kind had they served at the office Christmas party? Come one, anything. “How about a… riesling?’

  Blake looked up from the menu. “A riesling?”

  Shit, had I picked the wrong one? “Yes. Something light, a little fruity?” God, please let riesling be light and fruity! I was so pulling this out of my ass.

  Again he paused. Then slowly put the menu down. “A riesling it is then.” But he continued to give me an odd look.

  I felt my cheeks burning and hoped Blake couldn’t tell under the dim lights. “Unless you’d rather have something else?”

  He shook his head. “No, no. It’s just…” He looked down at his hands, clasp on the table in front of him. “My last girlfriend. She always ordered riesling. It’s not that common.”

  Great. Leave it to me to pick the ex’s favorite. “Oh. Well, we can order something else if you’d like.”

  “No. It’s fine.” He blinked back some emotion, then turned his sixty watt smile on again. “Sorry, didn’t mean to bring that up. Bad first date form, huh?”

  I smiled back. It was hard not to. He was charming without even trying. “No problem. You get one free pass. In fact, I might even let slip what an ass my ex-boyfriend was just to make you feel better.”

  He laughed, throwing his head back and doing a warm, low chuckle that sent my stomach on a roller coaster ride. I had a vision of that laugh, low and warm, waking me up after a long night of staring into Blake’s eyes. His breath on my ear, lips murmuring against my neck, his body nuzzled against mine as we slept.

  “Thanks,” Blake said, pulling me out of my fantasy. “I needed that.”

  “Anytime.”

  “So, tell me something about yourself? R.J. says you’re new to modeling, what did you do before?”

  “I worked in high tech. A little of this, a little of that. How about you? Are you originally from the Bay Area?” I asked, switching the subject. The last thing I wanted to talk about tonight was any part of Plain Kya’s life.

  “No. Actually, my family moved here from Denver when I was a kid.”

  “I bet you miss the snow.”

  His eyes shot up to meet mine. “Yeah. I do. Actually, it’s the one thing that I really miss about Denver.”

  “Well, at least you can get up to Tahoe a few times a year to ski.”

  He cocked his head to the side. “I was just going to say that. I rent a place up on Tahoe every winter. Are you reading my mind or something?” he asked, a teasing note in his voice.

  My turn to grin. I wasn’t sure what it was about him – maybe the fact that I’d spent an embarrassing amount of time staring at his picture – but I felt oddly comfortable with him. Not the nerve wracking sweaty palms mess I usually was with strangers.

  “Maybe I am reading your mind,” I responded coyly.

  “Okay, then, Esmeralda. What am I thinking right now?” he asked. He trained his eyes on me, his mouth twitching at the corners like it was ready to lift at any moment. Then he let his gaze fall from my face, trailing lower, resting on my cleavage. Then slowly rising again to meet mine. His eyes went dark and glazed over.

  A vision hit me of that look across a big, white bed. Raw hunger that had nothing to do with the plates of pasta whizzing by our table. His big, warm hands slowly undressed me, sliding the strap of my dress down my shoulders, his heated gaze never leaving mine.

  I felt my cheeks blaze, this time sure it was apparent. I ducked my head to cover the x-rated daydreams filling my head.

  “I don’t think I can voice those thoughts in public.”

  His lips quivered into a full fledged grin. “Damn. You’re good.”

  * * *

  The riesling was excellent. As much as I hated to think of Blake with any woman other than me, I had to admit, his ex had good taste. I had a second glass. Then a third. Then the shoes started to work their magic again and I flirted, fawned, and made amazingly not-geeky conversation all the way through the meal and the decadent tiramisu dessert we shared. Afterward, Blake walked me to my hatchback, not even raising an eyebrow at the dented back fender courtesy of an errant shopping cart at Safeway last year or the fact that my stereo sported duct tape edging.

  “I had a great time tonight,” he said, taking one of my hands in his.

  “Me too. Thanks for dinner.”

  “Thanks for showing up.”

  I threw my head back and laughed. “Are you kidding? I was here twenty minutes early, I was so eager.” Crap. I knew my run of intelligent conversation had to end somet
ime.

  He cocked an eyebrow at me. “So you weren’t late, then?”

  “Busted. No. I just said that so you wouldn’t feel bad.”

  He leaned in, one hand reaching up to brush a strand of hair from my face as the breeze picked up. “Wow.”

  I licked my lips, my throat growing dry at his touch. “Wow?”

  “Beautiful and sweet. Not a combination a guy finds very often.”

  I opened my mouth to respond, but I didn’t get the chance. His lips were suddenly hovering over mine. Nipping. Tasting. Sampling. They were soft and warm. Tentative at first, but quickly growing firmer and more insistent. Not that I resisted. I melted on contact. My mind going on vacation, my body taking over as I lifted my arms around his neck. His hand circled my waist, heat resting at the small of my back, then slowly traveling upward as his hand snaked up my spine to knead the nape of my neck, then thread into my hair as his kiss deepened.

  Just like I had imagined.

  My breath caught in my throat and I pulled back, feeling an odd sense of deja vu prickle my skin.

  Blake was panting, his pupils dilated, his lips wet and slightly pink from my lipstick. “Sorry. I guess I got a little carried away.”

  “No, no, it’s okay,” I stumbled, trying to shake the odd sensation. I’d daydreamed about kissing him, then had kissed him. No biggie, right? So what if he moved just the way I’d imaged he would. That was a good thing.

  “Kya, I’d love to see you again. I mean, you know, more than see you. Take you out. Again. Somewhere.”

  I smiled, glad I wasn’t the only one made stupid with lust. “I’d like that.”

  His face lit up with a two-dimpler and I felt an answering light flip on inside me. God, he really was gorgeous.

  “How about Sunday? After the photo shoot? We could drive over to the coast, maybe have a little picnic there?”

  I nodded. “Sounds great.”

  “Great.” He leaned in and gave me a peck on the cheek, his lips resting on my skin just a moment too long. “I’ll see you Sunday, then.”