Chapter 6
Christopher
“Hey there, Chris. I like those pants on you.”
“Guess I got tickets to the gun show today, handsome.”
“Are you free for coffee in the morning? I know this wonderful place we could try.”
It was funny to me that all the models were throwing themselves at me. It wasn’t new territory, but they’d never been this relentless. I was hit on by them several times a day and a few were ballsy enough to ask me out themselves, but I didn’t give a s**t about any of them. The only woman in the room I wanted was Jessi.
She looked beautiful walking down that runway. Graceful and elegant as she twirled for my own private viewing. I used her time and time again as an example of how the other women should be doing it. The way the designer’s clothes draped along her curves tugged at
