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them. She knew she’d lost way too many jobs because of it and
because of Earl.
    “No problem,” she lied. “But make it triple and I want creative
input. If they agree to those conditions, then I will accept their offer.”
    Alison didn’t even flinch at her demand.
    “Excellent! I knew I could count on you. Consider it a done
deal on the triple amount and artistic input. I’ll have them make the amendments.
Oh! And I gave the company your address.”
    “What? How did you know I was going to say yes?”
    Alison winked.
    Without waiting for a response her agent stood and signaled
to their waitress for the check. Then she refocused her attention to Cammie. Her
gray eyes flashed with confidence.
    “Work your magic, Cammie. You’ll do great. I’ve got to run
now, I have to catch the Acela back to New York for another meeting. Ta-ta,
darling.”
    Cammie watched Alison meet up with the waitress, pluck the
check out of her hand and then head to the cashier. After paying the bill, she
threw Cammie a final wave and then she was gone.
    Reality crashed in on Cammie. Sure, she was in okay shape
for toy inserts but the rest of her wasn’t as slim as she’d once been. How in
the world was she going to pull this off?

Chapter Two
    Hearttowne, Pennsylvania
     
    She’d certainly put a good dent into cleaning and straightening
up her home as well as sprucing up her looks, Cammie mused as she stared into the
full-length mirror hung on her upstairs bathroom door. She wore a smart, curve-hugging
chocolate-brown dress with white scallop trim. She’d pinned her hair into a
sexy updo with several soft ringlets dangling down both sides of her face and
she’d dabbed a touch of her favorite perfume on her wrists and her neck.
    It was a stroke of luck Alison had mentioned Cammie’s home
to Sexy Toys. It meant no travel time to other destinations for her and they
could work as late as needed. Her home, a quaint two-story cottage, was set on
a secluded rocky peninsula and overlooked a small, private Pennsylvania lake.
The house consisted of a fully modernized kitchen, a charming living room with
nook, two full bathrooms, one on the main floor and the other upstairs, and
four large bedrooms—three upstairs and one on the main floor beside the
kitchen. On clear September days such as today, bright sunshine streamed in all
the windows.
    She was glad she’d told Alison she wanted creative input
because when she eyed the dreamy daybed in the sun-washed nook against the
large bay window overlooking a quiet backdrop of lush pine trees and generous
peeks of the blue lake, she knew this area would be a perfect spot for one of
the shoots.
    After leaving the breakfast bar in town this morning, she’d
headed directly to the bank machine and deposited her advance check. Then to
her favorite salon where she’d been lucky enough to get an immediate waxing on
her intimate parts. After that, she’d gone home and was surprised to discover
several large boxes piled in her home’s side entrance. The items and letter
were from the new owners. They had said they would be dropping by late
afternoon. Today!
    She’d taken the initiative to order food to be delivered to
the house later tonight for the photo crew. She had the feeling they would be
working through dinner and late into tonight in their need to put a dent into
meeting that deadline. She was putting the finishing touches on her blush when
a snappy knock at the front door rocked Cammie back to her senses.
    Shit! They were here! With one final look into the
mirror, she nodded at a job well done and forced herself to smile. Yes,
outwardly she looked pretty good. Inwardly her tummy twisted with nervous
tension.
    Had she been crazy to accept this gig? She shook her head.
No, this was her job. She was used to having strange men ogling her private
parts. She would remain professional and polite. She could do this gig with
Sexy Toys. Couldn’t she?
    The sharp rap came again. This time louder and