Chapter Two
Below the Belt Fabio
The job interview with Vivian Loberg was going better than any job interview I’d ever had. She had just told me that because of my looks, I was perfect for the role she had in mind.
“Really?” I said, excited that she was pleased with me. “What do you mean the right model?”
Vivian’s long, slender right hand slid down to caress my knee, the knee nearest her. Her fingers drummed gently on the denim covering it, distracting me from the speech she was making.
“As models go, Darwin, you are a singular specimen. Why it rather takes my breath away to see you strutting about. Jody, have you ever seen a more classic example of virile masculinity?
“Well, he is sort of cute,” Jody admitted, grudgingly.
“Of course he’s cute. He’s a doll. And pretty, too.”
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