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office, my mind still reeling with everything that had just happened.
    “I’ll take you to the studio now, Ms. Fitzgerald,” ogre said and led the way to the elevator.
    What she called, the studio, was on the floor below. While following her, I thought about what had just happened in Kalem’s office. Hopefully, it was the only time I’d have to suffer his examination. Did I really just think that? I knew, deep down, I longed for more, ached for his touch, would even welcome another smack on my ass. Slut. You hardly know the man. Remember what you read about him. Keep your distance. I continued to wrestle with my thoughts until the door of the studio clicked behind me.
    “Ms. Fitzgerald, I’ve been waiting for you.”
    A slight man, at least a head shorter than me, approached. His hair, what there was of it, was green. Most of his head was shaved and the mohawk started at his forehead and tapered down at the back. The shaven parts were tattooed. He had dark eyes, wore very tight white jeans and a green tank top. Brown eyes scrutinized me.
    “I’m Sheldon and I’ll be giving you your crash course in modeling. I hope you’re a fast learner. Kalem wants you in a show next week.”
    “Next week? Good God.”
    “Yes. That’s what I said when he told me. Darling, may I call you Danea? Although I really think you need a more alluring name for your modeling career.”
    “I’ll keep my own name, thank you.”
    “It’ll be up to Kalem, darling. I hope you have heels with you because we didn’t know your size so there are no shoes in your wardrobe yet.”
    “Yes.” I took them out of my bag.
    “Good. Put them on and let’s get started.”
    Sheldon amused me. He was professional, obviously gay, but I liked him. He was gentle, yet firm as he coached me.
    After a grueling three hours, my feet were killing me and I was dying of thirst. When he finally looked at his watch and said, “That’s it for today. I’ll see you the same time tomorrow morning.” I heaved an exhausted sigh.
    “Sorry for working you so hard, but you need to be ready for your first show in four weeks, hon.”
    “I can take it.”
    “Good. Go to the gym tonight and soak in the hot tub, darling. Don’t forget your clothes at the end of the day. Now that I know your shoe size, I’ll order those, too.”
    I looked at the rack of clothing he pointed at. “And how do you propose I take that home?”
    “Your car? I’ll help you take it down to parking.”
    “I don’t have a car. I use public transport.”
    “Oh, darling, how quaint. Whoever uses public transport nowadays? Don’t worry. I’ll talk to Kalem. We’ll figure something out. Now go or you’ll be late for your makeover session.”
    “Low income people, like me?” I answered. My stomach growled. Didn’t these people believe in breaking for lunch?
    He obviously heard it and grinned. “Poor thing. You’re starving. They’ll look after you downstairs, dear.”
    I knew where the salon was. It was on the main floor just off the lobby and only for Kalem’s models. I’d often seen them come out of the salon and I’d envy their beauty, their hair, and perfect makeup and wished I could be half as gorgeous.
    “Ah, here’s our newbie. Hi, Danea.” The receptionist placed a checkmark on a blocked out page with only one name on it. Mine. “Come with me. We’ll start with electrolysis.”
    “Could I go and get a bite to eat first?”
    “Oh, I’m sorry. You came straight from the studio, right? I’ll order something in for you. My name’s Helen, by the way. You’ll be seeing a lot of me from now on, and our other staff, of course. Kalem asked for a rush on you so we have you slotted for the whole afternoon, and perhaps even part of the evening.”
    “Pierre, this is Danea, Kalem’s latest acquisition.”
    A tall man approached, gray hair drawn back into a ponytail, and a handsome pleasant face. His eyes twinkled when he smiled and greeted me. I guessed him to be in his late