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come for thesession there’ll be a beach. And all you have to do is wear a bathing suit and kiss a pretty girl. Is that so tough?”
    “Not at all.”
    “Then do you want the job or not, Mr. Lang?”
    “This is really on the level? Nothing kinky?”
    “Honestly, you are a skeptic, aren’t you? I admit the poses will be sensual. There’ll be body contact—after all, it is a romance. But the final result will be tasteful.”
    A teasing light came into Rick’s eyes. “Hmm . . . it’s beginning to sound like more fun all the time.”
    “Then you’ll do it?”
    “When do we shoot?”
    “Thursday night, if things go right. I’ve got to create the set first, and this one might give me a little trouble.”
    “The scuba gear?”
    “No, not that. That’s for the next series I’m doing. I was just planning ahead. It’s the beach that’s going to give me trouble on this one. I’ll face the scuba gear later.”
    “Would it help you out if I borrowed some from a friend of mine?”
    Her face registered pleased surprise. “Could you really?”
    He glanced at the snowy city below. “I really don’t think he’s putting it to very hard use right now, do you?”
    “And I wouldn’t have to take scuba lessons and get the bends?” She feigned great relief, then added seriously,“Taking the pictures is often the easiest part. It’s setting them up that makes my hair turn gray sometimes.”
    “I hadn’t noticed.” He raised his eyes to the top of her head, then let them drift back to her face, an easy smile on his lips.
    Immediately she was on her guard. It was the kind of remark Jason might have made, that sly, flattering brand of innuendo that had broken down her barriers and made her break her one basic rule of thumb: never get personal with the male models.
    Though it was meant as banter, not flattery, the moment the words were out of Rick Lang’s mouth he noticed how she crossed her arms tightly across her ribs. She was a classy-looking woman, particularly when she let her guard down. But often she set up unconscious barriers—the crossed arms, the lowered sunglasses, jumping behind the desk. He couldn’t help but wonder what made her so defensive.
    “I’ll drop the gear by some afternoon.”
    “Oh, you don’t have to do that. I can pick it up, wherever he lives.”
    “It’s no trouble.”
    “I appreciate it, really. And thanks.”
    “Think nothing of it.” He opened the door, turned with a grin, and finished, “As long as I get to kiss Vivien Zucchini.”
    “Zuchinski,” she corrected, unable to stop the smile from spreading across her lips.
    “Zuchinski.”
    Then he was gone.
    Allison’s arms slowly came uncrossed. She stared at the door, picturing his face, his form, his too-good-to-be-true physique. Unconsciously she slipped one hand through her long hair, kneading the back of her neck where pleasant tingles displaced common sense.
    Haven’t you learned your lesson yet, Scott? He’s just another pretty boy out to make a score, and don’t forget it!

Chapter
THREE
    V IVIEN Zuchinski turned out to have exactly the right color and length of hair. Her face wasn’t quite as long as her publicity photo made it appear, but she had flawless skin, still clinging to most of last summer’s tan, and a mouth that could be called nothing but voluptuous. Her eyes were a stunning blue, as big as fifty-cent pieces, eyes, Allison knew, that would photograph beautifully, for they were fringed with sooty lashes so thick it seemed they’d weigh her down. Her breasts, it seemed, threatened to do the same. Oh, Vivien Zuchinski had all the qualifications, all right. Her main shortcoming, Allison could tell immediately, was that the girl was stupid, which—thankfully—would not show in a photograph. She chewed gum like anearth-breaking machine, had a fixation with lip gloss, which she constantly pulled out of her shoulder bag and painted on her pouting lips, whether in the midst of conversation or not.