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SAVANNAH
When I find out the photographer I’m going to be working with is Nick Knight, I’m not sure how to feel. I’ve heard a few rumors that he’s an arrogant ass so I decide to invite my neighbor Jasmine over and get the scoop while I pack.
Jasmine Torres leans back on my bed and crosses her long, long tan legs. “Nick Knight is a brilliant photographer,” she assures me. “But, he can also be difficult and demanding.”
“Should I be nervous?” I ask.
“No. I think he only gets pissy when people act unprofessional and waste his time.”
“Well, that’s understandable.”
“And, you’re a total pro on set so don’t even worry about it. I’m sure y’all will get along just fine.”
I toss some leggings into the suitcase and then look up with a smile. “I’m so excited, Jazz. This is the biggest thing I’ve ever booked. And, the paycheck…” I shake my head, still in disbelief. “I can’t believe how much money it is!”
“Welcome to the big leagues, baby! We’re going to have to take a trip to New York and go see your billboard in Times Square.”
“Oh, my gosh, can you imagine?” We both squeal. “So, when did you work with Nick?” I ask and rummage through my dresser for some pajamas to pack.
She studies her nails, thinking. “Must have been about three years ago. When I did the Marc Jacobs shoot.”
“And, he was nice to you?”
She makes a face. “I wouldn’t describe Nick Knight as nice,” she says carefully. “But, he’s very focused and keeps things extremely professional. So, the good thing is you don’t have to worry about some sleaze trying to hit on you.”
I let out a little breath and nod. “That’s a relief. I don’t want to deal with some creepy perv all weekend.”
With a laugh, Jasmine glances down at what I’ve packed so far and frowns. “Um, you do realize that you’re going to Las Vegas, right?”
“What do you mean?” I frown.
“Savvy, by the looks of what you’ve packed, I’d guess you’re going camping.” She pulls out a plaid shirt and cringes. “What is this ridiculousness? You’re supposed to be a model and have a little style. This looks like a shirt my Grandpa owns.”
“Gimme that.” I grab the shirt and toss it back into the suitcase. Okay, so maybe I’m packing practical clothes. What’s wrong with that? I’ll barely be wearing my own clothes, anyway. When doubt starts to fill my mind, I tilt my head and chew my bottom lip. “What do you think I should bring?” I ask.
If Jasmine is good at anything, it’s giving advice.
“You should have at least two or three club outfits, an outfit to wear to the casino, a bathing suit and, for the love of God, Savannah, pack some sexy pajamas.”
I look down at the long, pink cotton nightgown in my hands. I suppose it is a little similar to one my Grandma wears. But, I shake my head and frown. “I don’t do sexy.”
“You don’t knowhowto do sexy,” she corrects. “But, I can help you. Just because you’re a virgin doesn’t mean you have to dress like one.”
A blush heats my cheeks as she jumps off the bed and starts going through my closet and drawers, pulling things out and tossing them in a pile. Then, she starts matching things up. “Okay, this is about as good as it gets. But, you’re lucky I’m such a good friend because I’m going to let you borrow a couple of things. Be right back,” she says and jogs out.
While Jasmine runs back to her apartment, I check out the outfits she pieced together and think they’re pretty cute. I place them in my suitcase, toss in the shoes she chose and wait for her to return.
When she walks back in, she’s holding a hanger with a slinky red dress dangling on it that screams sex. “This little number comes with a hard-on guarantee.”
I roll my eyes. “I don’t think I want to take it then,” I say, but she shoves the dress at me.
“You are definitely taking it. And, I have some pajamas for you,” she adds and holds up a sexy little nightgown. It’s a powder pink, silk slip edged with lace. “I got to keep it after I walked in the La Perla show. Twelve-hundred dollars, baby. Can you believe it?”
I let out a sigh and tuck the lingerie inside then zip it up. “You act like I’m going to have some kind of secret rendezvous,” I say.
She shrugs. “You never know.”
I laugh. “Oh, I know. I’m going to be in my room when I’m not working and either reading a book or-”
