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to her.
    “I hate to see an empty glass of champagne,” he said. There was that bedroom voice again. Were his vocal chords deep in his chest? Or the size of apples?
    “Thank you.” Her mouth had gone dry but she didn’t want to guzzle the champagne. She wasn’t driving but she had to navigate her way back to the Bronx tonight. He touched her glass with his. “You’re welcome. And I brought one since I hate to see anyone drink alone.”
    “How chivalrous of you,” Ellyn said.
    He tipped his head, a smile dancing around his lips. “I try. I’m Colton.”
    “I’m Ellyn.”
    “Pretty name.”
    “Thank you.” She glanced around. “A lot people here.”
    “Yes, Doug’s parties are renowned. This your first time?”
    “Yes.”
    She hoped he wouldn’t ask too many questions about their invitations.
    “I haven’t seen you around the circuit.”
    “Circuit?”
    “Of these parties.”
    “I’m not too much of a partier but my friend really wanted to come,” Ellyn said. “I’m a homebody.”
    “I am, too. What does Ellyn like to do when she’s home?”
    “Watch movies. Netflix is nirvana to me.”
    It seemed too easy to talk to this guy. Not snobby at all.
    This guy seemed too easy to talk to. Not snobby at all.
    “I’ve had a Netflix account since they started. Bought a tablet just so I could bring movies with me.” He looked around. “If I hadn’t had to talk to a few people, I might’ve escaped to the men’s room to watch one.”
    Ellyn giggled.
    ***
    Ellyn’s giggle was sweet and clear and touched him deep in his soul. Soul? Colton wanted to take a step back but those eyes enraptured him. Suddenly, all the noise of the place faded and he and Ellyn were the only two people in the room.
    “There’s a couch outside. Can we go talk there?”
    “Can I bring my plate?”
    How sweet, he thought, someone who actually eats. “Yes, of course.”
    If she excused herself after eating to head to the bathroom, he wasn’t interested; he had no need for an eating disorder queen.
    He held the door open. She swished past him, her green dress hugging her curves. She wouldn’t be your typical model but she wouldn’t be plus sized either. Not runway model, but she had great skin, so maybe a print model for make-up ads. Not one to discount anyone’s potential talent, he still wanted to know what she was like. When you didn’t need the money you could pick and choose clients. No one on his payroll was a diva.
    He showed her to the couch, a red velvet number that probably wasn’t meant for sitting on. He’d carried their drinks and she took it from him, her plate on her lap. With ruby red lips, she sipped her drink.
    “Let me hold that while you eat,” he said.
    “Thanks.”
    He waited until she was done chewing before asking her any questions. “The food’s pretty good.”
    “Yes, it is.”
    “Have you ever done any modeling?”
    He was cutting through the bullshit and spoke his mind. He didn’t much care what people thought of him. His friends knew and liked him, and that was all that mattered.
    She looked at him as if he had two heads, her eyes blinking. “Modeling?”
    “Yes, modeling. Someone takes your picture...” He joked.
    She laughed. “I know what modeling is. No, I’ve never done any.” She stood. “Is this where you ask me to pose for you and then I end up naked and in porn?”
    His eyes opened very wide. “Uh, no. Nothing like that. Please sit.”
    “Why?”
    “Why should you sit? Because I’d like to keep talking to you.”
    “To get me in naked pictures? Not interested.”
    She spun away from him, then spun back, almost losing the food on her plate. She snatched her glass from him.
    “Wait, Ellyn. I’m not trying to get you naked.”
    Of course, at that moment, all conversations in the hallway ceased. Everyone heard him say that. In a quieter voice, he said, “I run a modeling and talent agency, a legitimate one. None of my models pose nude unless they want