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“I know it’s working out perfect for them, too,” I say, “because as far as modeling goes, this is the way to do it—thousands of fucking miles from the horrid, stressful bullshit that comes with it anywhere else.”
“That’s another reason I’m glad there’s still a Protein Plus. It’s a good thing we finally smoothed out that goddamn formula so women aren’t going batshit for us anymore.”
“That’s all well and good for them,” I said with a mischievous grin. “But it must be too late for me because, baby, I’m batshit. I’m as batshit for you both as ever.”
“You know, I could go for that drink now,” Chase declares. “Sex on the Beach, maybe.”
“I like where your head’s at,” Eric agrees. “Thoughts, Kara?”
The air’s getting cooler a
s the sun sets, but I’m suddenly starting to get really fucking hot.
It’s probably from anticipating Sex on the Beach...you know, the drink.
“That sounds splendi?”
My fucking phone, tucked deep inside my canvas tote with my swimsuits for the photo shoot, starts beeping.
“One minute—then I want to hear more about this sex on the beach idea,” I announce, breaking away from Chase and Eric’s arms.
As much as I wanted to spend every minute with them, I knew I need to take the call, since it might be one of my bridesmaids.
I carefully put down my drink and trot away from the ocean, leaving Eric and Chase to talk about whatever they talk about if I’m not around.
By the time I get far away enough for some privacy, my phone’s no longer doing its beeping thing. I still need to check it. I mean, I trotted all the way out here.
I dig out my phone, expecting to see a text from Holly-Anne with some question about the ceremony. Instead, I’m greeted with one of my old modeling photos, just like the ones all over my fucking dressing room at the pageant.
It takes a moment to realize what the hell happened, that someone texted me the photo. I also realize that there’s a message attached to it.
It’s from Evian, because of course it fucking is.
Hi, Kara, I’m sorry to bother you, but a client of mine is expanding a plus-size brand and launching a new campaign. They would like to use this photo, with your permission of course.
There’s nothing malicious there—it’s all business. I look at the photo, which was not something I expected to look at today, or ever again.
That’s me in the photo, though. Granted, it’s not the happiest me there is, nor the happiest time in my life. But it’s me there, and if that photo didn’t exist, and that time in my life never happened, I wouldn’t be where I am right now.
And, as we’ve established, right here, right now is pretty fucking great—perfect, in fact.
Permission granted.
I send the text and drop my phone back into my tote where it belongs. Chase and Eric sense when I’m walking back towards them, stopping their conversation to watch me.
It’s perfect. But, apart from a Mai Tai, I know of at least one way to improve on perfection—sex on the beach.
And no, I’m not talking about the fucking drink.
Head Hunter
By Alexis Angel
Copyright 2017 by Naughty Angel Publishing
All rights reserved
This is a work of fiction. All names, characters, places, and incidents either are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or persons is entirely coincidental. This work is intended for adults only.
