Chapter Nineteen
Andrea was finishing her lunch. A man in rimless glasses and sporting a dark goatee approached her.
“Andrea?”
“What do you want?”
“I’d like you to come with me.”
He was trying, not very well, to sound British.
“It's Saturday. It's my day off.”
“Yes, of course. I’m requesting you to come with me.”
“Where?”
“I teach life drawing. I’d like you to model. I’ll pay you four hundred dollars for just the one session.”
After her encounter with Tim, she could really use the money, but Andrea gestured. “There must be dozens of better-looking women here.”
“No one here looks better than you.”
“Don’t try to flatter me.”
“But you’re beautiful. I’ve seen your photographs.” Andrea looked down. “You’re very lovely, Andrea. I’d be honored.”
“And if I declined?”
The man coughed
