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complemented my skin tone and made me look radiant. I was in love with this dress.
“You look like a princess,” Venus said.
Jules whistled as he walked back into the room.
“You’ll knock them dead, kiddo.” Jules turned me around and nodded his satisfaction. “Magnificent.”
“Now, how about we find some matching shoes and then have some lunch,” Venus suggested.
“Sounds fabulous.” I reached up on my tip toes and gave Jules a kiss. “Thank you, darling.”
“Before you go, let me show you what the male models will be wearing at the show.” Jules asked Angelina to bring him the rack.
Venus burst out laughing when she saw what Angelina rolled in.
“This is my new summer line for men.”
The rack held rows of colorful swimsuit briefs. Really short, tight swim briefs. I could just imagine Brad wearing one of those.
Venus plucked a swim brief off the line and held it up. It was stretchy, tight, lime green fabric with tiny alligators on it.
“Maybe I should order one for Mr. Vanderbilt?”
Chapter 18
The fashion show was being held at the exclusive Beverly Hills Garden restaurant. The room was decorated in an understated fashion with white linen tablecloths and delicate pink roses as centerpieces. Brad was backstage getting ready with the other male models. When I saw Brad, I had to stifle a laugh. He was wrapped in a towel with several people surrounding him. One lady ran a comb through his hair while another touched up his makeup.
He fixed his eyes on me. “I just got a spray tan,” he said through clenched teeth. “California Gold, the lady called it. What the hell have you gotten me into?”
Angelina walked up with the pair of lime green swim briefs on a hanger. “Here you go. Time to get dressed.”
Brad’s eyes widened. “Oh, no. I’m not wearing that. Where are my clothes?” He looked at me for help. “You said I would be modeling casual wear.”
“This is what all the male models are wearing.” Angelina pointed to the other guys slipping on their swim briefs.
“You’ll look great.” I tried to sound encouraging. “It’s for a good cause.” I reminded him.
“No wonder they insisted on a spray tan.” He reached out and grabbed my arm. “You owe me. Big time.”
I fished my handwritten speech notes out of my Chanel bag. “Time to review my speech. I’ll see you out there.” I took another look at the swim briefs Angelina handed to him. “Good luck. Or should I say, ‘break a leg.’”
*
The ladies thoroughly enjoyed the male model fashion show, and my speech went off without a hitch. I have to say that when Brad walked down the runway, my heart did this weird flip flop and I experienced the same chills I’d had at lunch with him. Venus must have noticed because she had given me one her famous smirks. I was starting to look forward to the dinner with Brad.
Aubrey had come up and gave me a big kiss on the cheek. “Thanks so much, Dr. Love. The show was a hit, and we sold out of tables at the luncheon. I’ll get the final figures tomorrow, but I bet we raised over a quarter of a million dollars today.”
“That’s wonderful, Aubrey. Glad I could help out.”
She leaned in and whispered to me, “Your new doctor was a hit, too. What a fab idea to include him in the show. He’s sooo hot.”
Venus playfully punched my arm. “Yes, he is hot.”
Dr. Kelso had covered for us on our day off, and I was glad to go home and relax before dinner. I hung up the pink dress and slipped into my bathing suit. Frederick had had someone come by to fix my long-broken hot tub, and I was going to try it out for the first time in months. I poured myself a generous glass of wine and eased my way into the tub. The hot water bubbled all around me. The water felt great and melted the stress away. Seven o’clock finally rolled around and I took a shower and got dressed. Since this was strictly a business dinner, I picked out a sensible outfit. Something I would wear to work.
“You look like a princess,” Venus said.
Jules whistled as he walked back into the room.
“You’ll knock them dead, kiddo.” Jules turned me around and nodded his satisfaction. “Magnificent.”
“Now, how about we find some matching shoes and then have some lunch,” Venus suggested.
“Sounds fabulous.” I reached up on my tip toes and gave Jules a kiss. “Thank you, darling.”
“Before you go, let me show you what the male models will be wearing at the show.” Jules asked Angelina to bring him the rack.
Venus burst out laughing when she saw what Angelina rolled in.
“This is my new summer line for men.”
The rack held rows of colorful swimsuit briefs. Really short, tight swim briefs. I could just imagine Brad wearing one of those.
Venus plucked a swim brief off the line and held it up. It was stretchy, tight, lime green fabric with tiny alligators on it.
“Maybe I should order one for Mr. Vanderbilt?”
Chapter 18
The fashion show was being held at the exclusive Beverly Hills Garden restaurant. The room was decorated in an understated fashion with white linen tablecloths and delicate pink roses as centerpieces. Brad was backstage getting ready with the other male models. When I saw Brad, I had to stifle a laugh. He was wrapped in a towel with several people surrounding him. One lady ran a comb through his hair while another touched up his makeup.
He fixed his eyes on me. “I just got a spray tan,” he said through clenched teeth. “California Gold, the lady called it. What the hell have you gotten me into?”
Angelina walked up with the pair of lime green swim briefs on a hanger. “Here you go. Time to get dressed.”
Brad’s eyes widened. “Oh, no. I’m not wearing that. Where are my clothes?” He looked at me for help. “You said I would be modeling casual wear.”
“This is what all the male models are wearing.” Angelina pointed to the other guys slipping on their swim briefs.
“You’ll look great.” I tried to sound encouraging. “It’s for a good cause.” I reminded him.
“No wonder they insisted on a spray tan.” He reached out and grabbed my arm. “You owe me. Big time.”
I fished my handwritten speech notes out of my Chanel bag. “Time to review my speech. I’ll see you out there.” I took another look at the swim briefs Angelina handed to him. “Good luck. Or should I say, ‘break a leg.’”
*
The ladies thoroughly enjoyed the male model fashion show, and my speech went off without a hitch. I have to say that when Brad walked down the runway, my heart did this weird flip flop and I experienced the same chills I’d had at lunch with him. Venus must have noticed because she had given me one her famous smirks. I was starting to look forward to the dinner with Brad.
Aubrey had come up and gave me a big kiss on the cheek. “Thanks so much, Dr. Love. The show was a hit, and we sold out of tables at the luncheon. I’ll get the final figures tomorrow, but I bet we raised over a quarter of a million dollars today.”
“That’s wonderful, Aubrey. Glad I could help out.”
She leaned in and whispered to me, “Your new doctor was a hit, too. What a fab idea to include him in the show. He’s sooo hot.”
Venus playfully punched my arm. “Yes, he is hot.”
Dr. Kelso had covered for us on our day off, and I was glad to go home and relax before dinner. I hung up the pink dress and slipped into my bathing suit. Frederick had had someone come by to fix my long-broken hot tub, and I was going to try it out for the first time in months. I poured myself a generous glass of wine and eased my way into the tub. The hot water bubbled all around me. The water felt great and melted the stress away. Seven o’clock finally rolled around and I took a shower and got dressed. Since this was strictly a business dinner, I picked out a sensible outfit. Something I would wear to work.
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