Chapter Eight
Posing For Peter
When Isabel arrived for her first full photo shoot with Peter Polykanov and had undressed, he frowned and said,
“You haven’t shaved.”
“Oh… Sorry, I forgot.” Isabel was taken aback. She blushed.
“We’ll lend you an electric shaver. You can do it in the bathroom.”
“By why do people want it? I think it’s –”
“It’s required.” She was given an electric shaver.
She went to the bathroom, where she stopped and gazed down at herself. Her curling dark bush which she’d already clipped to a neat alluring V – it was a lovely feature, not a disfigurement. Why, why, why was this required? After all, they wouldn’t want her to shave her head would they?
Mind you, her head was indeed shaved at the moment, or at least, cut pretty short. It would grow again. So would her
