of the exclusive magazines for which he shot.
“It’s a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Ellison. I’m a big fan of your work.” Todd accepted her hand, kissing three knuckles lightly. “Portia, you’re even tastier than I remember.
Come with me,” he said, and accepted her portfolio.
Portia followed him through the airy photo studio with its contemporary decor. The walls and furniture were a gleaming white, and the floors black marble with swirls that made it appear as if she was walking on glass. Four-foot-tall photos of once coveted models ranging from Christy Turlington, Kate Moss, Naomi Campbell, and Tyra Banks adorned the hall.
Her stiletto heels clicked hollowly across the floor, pronouncing her movements step for step. She could already see herself as the fifth person on the wall, and before the day was over, Todd would share that vision.
Todd glanced over his shoulder at her and winked, as if he heard her thoughts.
When they stepped into his office, she grew even more impressed. The room cast an impression of opulence. A striking fifteen-foot high window was behind his glass desk displaying a full view of New York’s skyline. His office was so spacious it appeared to be designed for someone with claustrophobia. Decorated in a similar fashion to the rest of the house, it conveyed an air of masculinity that affirmed his bachelorhood.
“Have a seat,” he pointed to the chair. Portia wondered how many hopefuls before her had faced him in the same chair. Sitting down, she crossed her legs and put her jacket in her lap.
Todd thumbed through the photographs in her portfolio, expressionless. “You were part of Fashion Week two years in a row, huh?”
“Yes, I modeled for several of the top designers as you can see.” Her quick response came off prideful, and rightfully so. Fashion Week happened to be the only good gig her agent had secured for her. She and the girls had drank and partied the night away, blowing through her commission, but making them all feel like stars.
Todd looked up at her, smiling. “Impressive.”
She blushed. “Thank you.”
Closing the leather-bound folder, he leaned back in his chair, his fingers made a tent before his face. “So tell me, what can I do for you, Portia?”
Unable to suppress her excitement she heaved her chest upward and moistened her lips. When she’d met him at the photo shoot, they’d flirted constantly, with him praising her eyes and long, slim legs. She’d asked for a chance to show him her work, and he barely acknowledged the request. An hour later, though, his assistant had come to her with his card, detailing the date and time for a private interview. Now she needed to make a convincing pitch.
“I think I’d like to do more print work. I read that you were doing a spring shoot for Bella magazine,” she began.
“Aren’t you represented by an agency?”
Portia re-crossed her legs so that her soft rayon skirt rose up her thigh to give him a better view.
“Actually, I have an agent. I’ve been unable to get an agency.” Todd smirked. “The models for the Bella spread are from Ford this year.”
“Oh. I was hoping that maybe I could get a referral from you, maybe some headshots that I could use to market myself.”
“Now why would I do that?” Todd asked.
Portia rose from her seat, tossing her jacket back on the chair. Her walk around his desk was slow and seductive. Portia stopped and sat, crossing her long legs once more. “I know a man like you must be quite selective.”
“I am.”
“Good. This is your opportunity to get first dibs at raw, natural, eager yet undiscovered talent.” She smirked. “If you could spare the time to let me demonstrate some of my talents, you could then decide if a man of your vast experience could see, let’s say, my potential?” Raising her leg, she used the pointed toe of her high-heeled boot to push the arm of his chair, and turn him toward her.
Todd responded through his touch. His hand ran up
“It’s a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Ellison. I’m a big fan of your work.” Todd accepted her hand, kissing three knuckles lightly. “Portia, you’re even tastier than I remember.
Come with me,” he said, and accepted her portfolio.
Portia followed him through the airy photo studio with its contemporary decor. The walls and furniture were a gleaming white, and the floors black marble with swirls that made it appear as if she was walking on glass. Four-foot-tall photos of once coveted models ranging from Christy Turlington, Kate Moss, Naomi Campbell, and Tyra Banks adorned the hall.
Her stiletto heels clicked hollowly across the floor, pronouncing her movements step for step. She could already see herself as the fifth person on the wall, and before the day was over, Todd would share that vision.
Todd glanced over his shoulder at her and winked, as if he heard her thoughts.
When they stepped into his office, she grew even more impressed. The room cast an impression of opulence. A striking fifteen-foot high window was behind his glass desk displaying a full view of New York’s skyline. His office was so spacious it appeared to be designed for someone with claustrophobia. Decorated in a similar fashion to the rest of the house, it conveyed an air of masculinity that affirmed his bachelorhood.
“Have a seat,” he pointed to the chair. Portia wondered how many hopefuls before her had faced him in the same chair. Sitting down, she crossed her legs and put her jacket in her lap.
Todd thumbed through the photographs in her portfolio, expressionless. “You were part of Fashion Week two years in a row, huh?”
“Yes, I modeled for several of the top designers as you can see.” Her quick response came off prideful, and rightfully so. Fashion Week happened to be the only good gig her agent had secured for her. She and the girls had drank and partied the night away, blowing through her commission, but making them all feel like stars.
Todd looked up at her, smiling. “Impressive.”
She blushed. “Thank you.”
Closing the leather-bound folder, he leaned back in his chair, his fingers made a tent before his face. “So tell me, what can I do for you, Portia?”
Unable to suppress her excitement she heaved her chest upward and moistened her lips. When she’d met him at the photo shoot, they’d flirted constantly, with him praising her eyes and long, slim legs. She’d asked for a chance to show him her work, and he barely acknowledged the request. An hour later, though, his assistant had come to her with his card, detailing the date and time for a private interview. Now she needed to make a convincing pitch.
“I think I’d like to do more print work. I read that you were doing a spring shoot for Bella magazine,” she began.
“Aren’t you represented by an agency?”
Portia re-crossed her legs so that her soft rayon skirt rose up her thigh to give him a better view.
“Actually, I have an agent. I’ve been unable to get an agency.” Todd smirked. “The models for the Bella spread are from Ford this year.”
“Oh. I was hoping that maybe I could get a referral from you, maybe some headshots that I could use to market myself.”
“Now why would I do that?” Todd asked.
Portia rose from her seat, tossing her jacket back on the chair. Her walk around his desk was slow and seductive. Portia stopped and sat, crossing her long legs once more. “I know a man like you must be quite selective.”
“I am.”
“Good. This is your opportunity to get first dibs at raw, natural, eager yet undiscovered talent.” She smirked. “If you could spare the time to let me demonstrate some of my talents, you could then decide if a man of your vast experience could see, let’s say, my potential?” Raising her leg, she used the pointed toe of her high-heeled boot to push the arm of his chair, and turn him toward her.
Todd responded through his touch. His hand ran up
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