Page 164 of Off Limits Mogul

He holds me steady as I step on the wooden crate before I can sit on the high stool.

I’m the center of attention.

From this vantage point, the full effect of the studio hits me—the lights, the cameras, the tables littered with laptops and other expensive equipment, and all the wires.

There’s no turning back now.

Jimmy frets with the lower part of the dress and succeeds in creating a beautiful line, showcasing the trail in such an elegant way.

“Thank you,” I say in a low voice.

“You’re welcome.” He rewards me with a bright white smile. “The boss and the client are right, you look incredible.”

I respond with a beaming smile.

“By the way, my twin sister is a huge fan,” Jimmy says. “She knows your lyrics and moves by heart. She died when I told her I was probably going to touch your hand.”

I can’t help laughing.

“Jimmy, stop distracting the model.” Flint’s voice booms in the studio. “We’re going for deep, introspective and soulful. Not comical or laugh out loud.”

“I’m sorry, Flint,” Jimmy says. His dark brown eyes meet mine. “Not sorry.” He says that in a whisper. “I get to tell mytwin I madetheKeira Weatherly laugh. That’ll earn me a medal. At least, her undying respect and admiration.”

I bite the inside of my mouth not to laugh again.

Jimmy is funny.

Flint’s eyes lowering to my feet. “Who’s responsible for the heels?”

Worried he doesn’t like them, I do the same.

I think they’re kickass.

“I am.” A girl with black hair and bleached blonde bangs raises her hand.

“Pure genius. I fucking love them.”

Flint approves.

She responds with a relieved smile.

When the stylist with the edgy hair and the retro black glasses, told me the price of these babies, my jaw dropped. As gorgeous as they are, the Jimmy Choo heels covered in Swarovski crystals with a prominent cluster at the front are a bit rich for my blood.

Flint snaps his fingers. “Hair and makeup, I want a touch up.”

The two men responsible for my sophisticated transformation rush my way.

A little hair flopping here.

A little shine reducing powder there.

Another application of mascara on my lashes, followed by another coat of scarlet red lipstick on my lips.

I’m ready.

“Jimmy. Headphones.” Flint claps.

Jimmy comes running with a pair of colorful SCORE Yours with a colorful graffiti design.