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laughed. I guess I’m just so used to it that it doesn’t even
bother me anymore. I can understand why you’d be so upset. I’m sorry.”
     
    “The up-skirt photos are the least of my concern actually,”
I said.
     
    “Okay, then what’s wrong?”
     
    “The comments,” I said, as I hung my head in shame. I knew
he was going to lecture me for reading them. I shouldn’t have read them, I knew
that, but I couldn’t resist.
     
    “Oh, god,” he groaned. “Why did you read the comments? You
know those are nothing but trolls hiding behind their computer screens trying
to think of the worst possible thing they can say about someone they’re jealous
of.”
     
    “I know, I know,” I said. “I knew I shouldn’t read them, but
I couldn’t help it.”
     
    “Please don’t ever read those comments again,” he said.
“Going forward I mean. If you’re ever photographed again, and it will happen,
just try to stay away from those stupid websites.”
     
    “They called me fat,” I sighed. “And ugly. Said I was a
nobody. Wondered what you saw in me.”
     
    I rattled off all the nasty, horrible things people had
said.
     
    “Brynn, you know none of that is true,” he said. “Not at
all.”
     
    “It’s nice that you think that,” I said.
     
    “Isn’t my opinion all that matters anyway?” he asked. “Who
are you dating? Them or me?”
     
    He had an excellent point.
     
    “I guess I just don’t feel like I fit in out here,” I said.
“And those comments just solidified exactly what I was thinking.”
     
    He shook his head. “Brynn.”
     
    “What?” I asked. My thoughts were perfectly rational.
     
    “If you really feel like that much of an outsider and if you
really want to blend in out here, I can make a few phone calls and we can make
that happen,” he said. “But before we do any of that, I want you to know that I
like you exactly the way you are.”
     
    My face lit up, and I could feel the tears drying fast.
     
    “I don’t want you to change because you think you’ll be more
acceptable to those trolls,” he said. “They’re going to attack you no matter
what. Just know that.”
     
    “What kind of phone calls are you going to make?” I asked. I
prayed he wasn’t going to mention a plastic surgeon. Visions of looking like a
big-breasted bimbo with a pinched little nose and overinflated lips flashed
through my head.
     
    “I know some people who work in the industry,” he said.
“Hairstylist. Wardrobe people. Makeup people. Manicurist. We can outfit you
with a whole new wardrobe and a new look to match it. But only if that’s what
you want.”
     
    Getting a makeover with some of the best people in ‘the
business’ was like a dream come true. I would never turn it down in a million
years. It was my Pretty Woman moment, and I wasn’t about to let my pride get in
the way of that.
     
    “Um, yes!” I said as I jumped up and climbed onto his lap,
straddling him with my robe open.
     
    His face lit up at the sight of me smiling again.
     
    “Okay, let me make a few phone calls,” he said. “Finish
getting ready. I’ll have a limo pick you up this afternoon.”
     
    I ran back to the bathroom like a giddy schoolgirl and
finished my shower. Hours later, a black limousine was waiting outside to take
me away.
     
    Hudson walked me out, slipping his arm around my waist and
kissing me before I left.
     
    “Have fun, Brynn,” he said with a wink as he slipped me his
black American Express card. “Today’s your day. Anything you want, okay?”
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     

CHAPTER 8
 
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
    The driver opened the limo door for me and I climbed in
expecting to be by myself.
     
    “Well, hello, gorgeous Iowa girl,” a flamboyant man with
platinum blonde hair and a golden tan said as he handed me a flute of
champagne. I felt like I was in a movie scene or something.
     
    I watched him