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better.” She pulled the mask around her ears and walked toward her work station.

 
     
    Chapter Three
     
     
    The rest of the week, Dr. Johns walked past Coy, seeming to ignore her. Her only saving grace was an occasional hello. On Thursday night, Coy watched television. She noticed how certain starlets got mega attention and some didn’t. What was their secret? Erin’s idea blossomed in her head. She needed to change her man-catching strategies. After taking a sip of her vegetable drink, she untwisted her thick pony. It fell midway down her back.
    She stood up and walked toward the mirror positioned on her living room wall. Erin’s right. I do need some help. She removed her glasses and widened her brown eyes . Why would Johns give me a second look, when I look like warmed-over crap? Walking toward the bedroom, Coy chewed her nail as she pondered .
    Once inside the bedroom, the patent leather stilettos caught her eyes. They sparkled like diamonds and seemed to beckon to her. “I almost forgot about those heels.” She walked over to them and picked them up. The shiny leather bow was sensuous and incredibly sexy. After cleaning them up she had placed them in her bay window. Now tantalizingly, they glimmered in the shadows of her bedroom.
    Grimacing, Coy stood in the restroom plucking her bushy brows in the mirror. When she had a nice high arch, she applied an astringent. Not expecting the stinging sensation, she cursed. Hopping on one foot, she fanned away the pain.
    After streaking a few shades of make-up on her cheek, Coy finally removed her glasses and cleaned her face. Pulling back the covers on her bed, Coy climbed in and then placed her glasses on the nightstand.Afterwards, she shook her finger at the hazy stilettos perched in the window. “Tomorrow, I’m taking you guys for a spin around the lab.”
    As sleep took hold, Coy envisioned her life with Johns. Of course, she could have him. It didn’t matter that his father was head of the research department, she was only following the instructions her body gave her.
    The next morning, Coy was eager to get dressed. She put in her contacts, and added a little make-up. Her red dress had a plunging neckline, a dress she’d hardly worn. When she was completely dressed, she kicked off her fuzzy kitten slippers, and then stuck her feet into the mysterious shoes.
    Immediately, her head felt light and she sat down. Determined she was going to feel pretty, Coy waited until the feeling passed. Within minutes she stood up, tossed her hair over her shoulders, and then strutted out the door.
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    As usual, Robert glanced athis watch as Coy waited for him to raise the security rail. For some strange reason, he gawked at Coy, then did a double take. Like a hungry wolf, his mouth fell open. A long whistle blew from his lips. “Well, how do you do? Going to be a beautiful day, huh?”
    Coy stared out her window at Robert. “Is the rail broken?”
    “Oh, I’m sorry. It’s just that you look so different today. Caught me off guard.”
    “Next time,” she said, in a breathy tone. “Keep your mind on your job.”
    Robert raised his cap and scratched his head. “No, problem.”
    Erin was already standing outside her car and waiting for Coy. With an open compact, she applied her favorite lip-gloss. Coy occupied the empty parking space beside her. Lowering her compact, Erin started in on Coy. “What’s up with Robert, this morning?”
    “I don’t know.” Coy elevated her window and shut off her motor. Grabbing her handbag, she stepped out of the car. “I guess he’s got a wild hair in his ass. Looked as if he’d seen a ghost.”
    Erin took in Coy’s appearance, and blanched. “Oh my god, Coy! What did you do to yourself?”
    Coy frowned. “What on earth are you talking about? Close your mouth, that’s hardly graceful, you know.” She shrugged. “What’s up with you guys? Really. Can’t I wear contacts? I went to The Donut Palace this morning, and Harriet