Mr. Handsome: A Billionaire Romance Read Free Page A

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    Apparently it was “all wrong, completely wrong.”              
     
    “Well, at least you get to wear a suit and aren’t shirtless or in a Roman uniform yet.”   I turned to give a warning glare at Victor and he held his hands up innocently. “Just an observation, relax, relax.” Victor clapped my shoulder in reassurance and then went over to Vanessa whom we spotted talking to another clipboard-holding guy. I walked over to the clothes rack and found a garment bag with my name tagged to the hanger. I grabbed it and went into a dressing room to change.
     
    The suit was perfectly tailored to me and I wondered how and when they got my measurements. Vanessa was magic, there was no other explanation. I stepped out and clipboard guy number one grabbed my arm and sat me down at a makeup counter. A makeup artist put some powdery crap on my face with a soft brush and dabbed some chap stick on my lips.
     
    “It’s just so your lips can look their best and the powder was a bit of foundation to blend your skin nicely,” she assured me with an amused grin. I’m sure she was laughing at my sour expression as Victor laughed at me from across the room. “Alright, you’re all set, it helps if you don’t look at the camera unless specifically asked to, the flash can be a pain on your eyes.” I thanked her for her friendly advice before going to join the two models who were already being photographed.
     
    They wore floor length cocktail gowns and looked completely stunning. If these were the type of people I’d be working with, Victor could laugh all he damn well wanted.
     
    “There’s our beautiful escort. So you are taking these lovely ladies to a cocktail party, smile at them, laugh. Look beautiful.” One of the two photographers directed me to the white backdrop and I slipped my hands around the two models’ waists. At first I felt a little silly once the cameras started flashing, but then the girls started giving me subtle direction and the poses came naturally.
     
    “Beautiful! Absolutely gorgeous…you’re having fun, you’re happy to see each other…” the other photographer gave us the cues while they snapped away. The entire shoot went by smoothly, we changed into a few more variations of cocktail attire and that was all there was to it, really.
     
    “So did you like your first shoot?” one of the models, the blonde who had been a Victoria’s Secret Angel, Sarah, touched my arm as I was returning the clothes to the rack. One thing I did learn was that I couldn’t actually keep the clothes after a shoot.
     
    “Yeah, I was surprisingly comfortable doing it,” I said truthfully while my eyes roamed her face and body. She was tall, but not too skinny, she had curves, that was for sure, and her face was almost too perfect. She had big blue eyes framed by thick lashes and high arched brows. She had high, prominent cheekbones, a gracefully sloping nose that led to plump, naturally red lips, and her face was a perfect heart shape.
     
    “It did seem to come to you naturally, the photographers really liked you. Which is always great in getting more high-end jobs like this, take it from me.” She smiled and so did I.
     
    I tried to act cool, even though I had plenty of reason to be confident and aloof, I couldn’t get over the fact that I was talking to a freaking Victoria’s Secret model.
     
    “Yeah, I’m hoping to keep the modeling thing going, it gives me something to do…” I said almost lamely.
     
    She quirked an eyebrow at me and smirked.
     
    “Oh honey, modeling will give you plenty to do, especially with a face like that.” She winked at me and sauntered off to return her dresses to the other clothing racks.
     
    “Alright, I was making fun of you before, but…man, are you going to have some gorgeous girls hanging around you.” Victor came up behind my shoulder and I nodded absently, still watching Sarah.
     
    “Yeah, yeah, go and be with Nessa, I’ll