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Authors: Kelk Lindsey
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that place, huh?’
Good grief.
‘I won’t be booking in for a relaxing weekend anytime soon.’ I saluted my new ‘friend’ and stepped back. ‘Now go model the shit out of those clothes.’
This time when she smiled, it lit up her whole face, making her eyes glow. Now that expression I’d only seen on her iPhone. Hopefully she’d be able to translate it into a cosmetics campaign very soon.
After the utter chaos of Sadie’s hotel room, my apartment looked like a sanctuary. Sure, there were a couple of dishes that needed doing and, absolutely, the floor needed sweeping, but I just didn’t care. I was exhausted. Sigge the Stud had texted to say he’d be over at seven. It was a weird time to view an apartment, but I figured he was Norwegian or Swedish or whatever and maybe it was like Spain where they dideverything late at night. Thank god I didn’t have a date. Ha. I poked my head around the door of the spare room and, satisfied that I would happily rent it if I were a giant male model who needed somewhere to lay my head, I ventured back into the living room and vaulted myself over the couch.
My jeans were still damp, not a pleasant sensation, but I was too tired to care. It was a while since I’d played Dr Jenny and I was exhausted. Model number one taken care of, a little siesta and then I’d deal with model number two. And then maybe I’d hang out with three of my favourite friends: Ben, Jerry and Papa John. The perfect Friday night in New York City.
For a shocking change, I slept way too long and woke up cold and uncomfortable to the sound of my ringing phone. I’d set the air-con way too high and my jeans had physically attached themselves to my ass while they dried. I knew I should have ordered pyjama jeans.
‘Hey, it’s me, are you OK?’
‘I’m fine, Angie,’ I yawned into the handset. What time was it? ‘Just taking a nap.’
‘Oh, shit, sorry.’ A professional dozer herself, Angie had always respected someone who could sleep. ‘Just checking in on the model thing.’
‘She was a pussycat,’ I lied. ‘One day with me and she’s a new woman. What happened after I left last night?’
‘Truth or more flattering alternative?’ she asked.
‘Truth.’
‘Craig asked where you’d gone, I told him you’d left because he’s a total knob-head and he went home with one of the barmaids.’
‘I missed out on a keeper.’ I rubbed smudged mascara carefully from underneath my eyes. ‘I’ve got to go, Sigge is coming to look at the room and he strikes me as the on-time type. Call you tomorrow?’
‘Sigge the hand model?’
‘He’s not a hand model.’ Although he totally could be a hand model for all I knew.
‘I googled his name, it means Victory Bear.’
‘Bye, Angie.’
‘Brunch?’ she suggested quickly. ‘I owe you for last night.’
‘Yeah, you do,’ I agreed. ‘Let me know where.’
The doorbell rang as the clock struck seven. Well, at least I could assume he would always pay his rent on time.
‘Let’s get this over with,’ I told the mirror as I buzzed him up.
‘Jenny!’ He looked delighted when I opened the apartment door. Then gave me a once-over, adjusted his expression to curious and entered the apartment. Handing me flowers on the way in.
Flowers?
‘Hey Sigge,’ I stretched and set the posies on the kitchen counter. A man who brought flowers when he hadn’t done anything wrong? I could get used to this. ‘Sorry the place is kind of a mess, I had a crazy day.’
‘Oh, me too,’ he agreed, turning to give me his full megawatt smile. He was so tall and it was so bright, I felt as if I was looking directly into the sun. ‘I had a shoot this afternoon. I was doing crunches all morning.’
‘Really?’ Yeah, gay male model roommate might work out just fine.
‘Really,’ Sigge nodded, making his blond hair fall into his pale blue eyes.
‘Yeah, I’d have to see something like that before I believed it.’ A little bit of mischievous
Good grief.
‘I won’t be booking in for a relaxing weekend anytime soon.’ I saluted my new ‘friend’ and stepped back. ‘Now go model the shit out of those clothes.’
This time when she smiled, it lit up her whole face, making her eyes glow. Now that expression I’d only seen on her iPhone. Hopefully she’d be able to translate it into a cosmetics campaign very soon.
After the utter chaos of Sadie’s hotel room, my apartment looked like a sanctuary. Sure, there were a couple of dishes that needed doing and, absolutely, the floor needed sweeping, but I just didn’t care. I was exhausted. Sigge the Stud had texted to say he’d be over at seven. It was a weird time to view an apartment, but I figured he was Norwegian or Swedish or whatever and maybe it was like Spain where they dideverything late at night. Thank god I didn’t have a date. Ha. I poked my head around the door of the spare room and, satisfied that I would happily rent it if I were a giant male model who needed somewhere to lay my head, I ventured back into the living room and vaulted myself over the couch.
My jeans were still damp, not a pleasant sensation, but I was too tired to care. It was a while since I’d played Dr Jenny and I was exhausted. Model number one taken care of, a little siesta and then I’d deal with model number two. And then maybe I’d hang out with three of my favourite friends: Ben, Jerry and Papa John. The perfect Friday night in New York City.
For a shocking change, I slept way too long and woke up cold and uncomfortable to the sound of my ringing phone. I’d set the air-con way too high and my jeans had physically attached themselves to my ass while they dried. I knew I should have ordered pyjama jeans.
‘Hey, it’s me, are you OK?’
‘I’m fine, Angie,’ I yawned into the handset. What time was it? ‘Just taking a nap.’
‘Oh, shit, sorry.’ A professional dozer herself, Angie had always respected someone who could sleep. ‘Just checking in on the model thing.’
‘She was a pussycat,’ I lied. ‘One day with me and she’s a new woman. What happened after I left last night?’
‘Truth or more flattering alternative?’ she asked.
‘Truth.’
‘Craig asked where you’d gone, I told him you’d left because he’s a total knob-head and he went home with one of the barmaids.’
‘I missed out on a keeper.’ I rubbed smudged mascara carefully from underneath my eyes. ‘I’ve got to go, Sigge is coming to look at the room and he strikes me as the on-time type. Call you tomorrow?’
‘Sigge the hand model?’
‘He’s not a hand model.’ Although he totally could be a hand model for all I knew.
‘I googled his name, it means Victory Bear.’
‘Bye, Angie.’
‘Brunch?’ she suggested quickly. ‘I owe you for last night.’
‘Yeah, you do,’ I agreed. ‘Let me know where.’
The doorbell rang as the clock struck seven. Well, at least I could assume he would always pay his rent on time.
‘Let’s get this over with,’ I told the mirror as I buzzed him up.
‘Jenny!’ He looked delighted when I opened the apartment door. Then gave me a once-over, adjusted his expression to curious and entered the apartment. Handing me flowers on the way in.
Flowers?
‘Hey Sigge,’ I stretched and set the posies on the kitchen counter. A man who brought flowers when he hadn’t done anything wrong? I could get used to this. ‘Sorry the place is kind of a mess, I had a crazy day.’
‘Oh, me too,’ he agreed, turning to give me his full megawatt smile. He was so tall and it was so bright, I felt as if I was looking directly into the sun. ‘I had a shoot this afternoon. I was doing crunches all morning.’
‘Really?’ Yeah, gay male model roommate might work out just fine.
‘Really,’ Sigge nodded, making his blond hair fall into his pale blue eyes.
‘Yeah, I’d have to see something like that before I believed it.’ A little bit of mischievous
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