to make it permanent, that’s fine, and if you want to walk away alone, that’s okay, too. It’s entirely up to you.”
“Then I’ll do it.”
He hoped he wasn’t making a mistake.
<>
After dinner, Catherine took about fifty pictures of Tony. Her father’s tux didn’t quite fit him, but it was good enough to get a few shots of him wearing formal clothes. They’d have one custom tailored for him to wear on the show.
In one shot, he sat at the baby grand in the living room. In another, he leaned over the pool table in the basement, cue stick in his hand. She shot him standing beside Father’s sculptures, in the kitchen, by the pool, and in the pool. It wasn’t necessary to pose him, because this guy instinctively knew what to do. Or maybe he’d been practicing in front of a mirror. His eyes sparkled, and his slightly lopsided smile showed his playful personality.
The shot she liked the best was of Tony in denim shorts and a red sleeveless shirt that hugged him like a second skin. Every ripple of hard muscle showed. Mitzi would drool when she saw these pictures.
Catherine loaded the pictures on her laptop and Tony sat beside her to help her pick out the best ones. His arm brushed hers and her breath caught. He gazed into her eyes and she couldn’t look away. His lips covered hers in a kiss so tender she wanted to take him upstairs and have her way with him, but she had to keep this on a professional level or she couldn’t use him on the show. “I think we have enough pictures, Tony.”
His brown eyes sparkled. “Will you show me pictures of the women on the show?”
She shook her head. “No peeking. You’ll meet them on the show, and how can you kiss me and then ask to see pictures of other women?”
His lips curled in a lopsided grin. “How can you kiss me and then put me on a television show to find another woman?”
He had a point.
Tony gave her a chaste kiss on the cheek and left the room, leaving her alone and confused. Did he want her or didn’t he, because one more kiss, and she was his.
Catherine sighed deeply and emailed the shots of Tony to Mitzi. Then she printed out the information on the women Mitzi had chosen so far. She’d have to hide the pictures or he’d be snooping to see what the women looked like. Tony had an ornery streak, and he obviously loved women. If that side of his personality came out on the show, they had a winner.
Reading through the information Mitzi had sent her, she saw that the first three girls—Jenny, Chelsea, and Rachel—were the ones she’d chosen herself. They were all tall and slender and beautiful.
The next three were also beautiful. One was a light skinned black woman, very tall and absolutely stunning. And one was a California beach bunny with a deep tan and bleached blonde hair. She reminded Catherine of Fawn.
The next one was Fawn. After what that woman had done, Catherine didn’t want her in Cara’s home or in anyone else’s.
Seven women, seven beauties. Had Mitzi chosen only beautiful women?
The next girl, Lily, was tiny and dark, and the next was a Latina with short hair and a huge smile. Both were adorable and perfect for the show, but where were the average girls? Glancing at the last picture, a pretty blackjack dealer from Reno, Catherine sighed. This wouldn’t do at all. They needed average women with personality. Mitzi was turning it into a beauty contest. Tony would love it, but without average girls, nice girls who weren’t poised and posed, the audience wouldn’t have anyone to root for.
They could save some of the beautiful girls for the fireman on the next show. Fawn was definitely out, and some may not pass the security screening. That meant they had four, maybe five for this show, and they needed at least thirteen to make it work.
If Catherine didn’t get back to work, Mitzi would choose all the wrong women and the show wouldn’t last a season.
Tony called, “Catherine, come watch a movie with me.”
She
“Then I’ll do it.”
He hoped he wasn’t making a mistake.
<>
After dinner, Catherine took about fifty pictures of Tony. Her father’s tux didn’t quite fit him, but it was good enough to get a few shots of him wearing formal clothes. They’d have one custom tailored for him to wear on the show.
In one shot, he sat at the baby grand in the living room. In another, he leaned over the pool table in the basement, cue stick in his hand. She shot him standing beside Father’s sculptures, in the kitchen, by the pool, and in the pool. It wasn’t necessary to pose him, because this guy instinctively knew what to do. Or maybe he’d been practicing in front of a mirror. His eyes sparkled, and his slightly lopsided smile showed his playful personality.
The shot she liked the best was of Tony in denim shorts and a red sleeveless shirt that hugged him like a second skin. Every ripple of hard muscle showed. Mitzi would drool when she saw these pictures.
Catherine loaded the pictures on her laptop and Tony sat beside her to help her pick out the best ones. His arm brushed hers and her breath caught. He gazed into her eyes and she couldn’t look away. His lips covered hers in a kiss so tender she wanted to take him upstairs and have her way with him, but she had to keep this on a professional level or she couldn’t use him on the show. “I think we have enough pictures, Tony.”
His brown eyes sparkled. “Will you show me pictures of the women on the show?”
She shook her head. “No peeking. You’ll meet them on the show, and how can you kiss me and then ask to see pictures of other women?”
His lips curled in a lopsided grin. “How can you kiss me and then put me on a television show to find another woman?”
He had a point.
Tony gave her a chaste kiss on the cheek and left the room, leaving her alone and confused. Did he want her or didn’t he, because one more kiss, and she was his.
Catherine sighed deeply and emailed the shots of Tony to Mitzi. Then she printed out the information on the women Mitzi had chosen so far. She’d have to hide the pictures or he’d be snooping to see what the women looked like. Tony had an ornery streak, and he obviously loved women. If that side of his personality came out on the show, they had a winner.
Reading through the information Mitzi had sent her, she saw that the first three girls—Jenny, Chelsea, and Rachel—were the ones she’d chosen herself. They were all tall and slender and beautiful.
The next three were also beautiful. One was a light skinned black woman, very tall and absolutely stunning. And one was a California beach bunny with a deep tan and bleached blonde hair. She reminded Catherine of Fawn.
The next one was Fawn. After what that woman had done, Catherine didn’t want her in Cara’s home or in anyone else’s.
Seven women, seven beauties. Had Mitzi chosen only beautiful women?
The next girl, Lily, was tiny and dark, and the next was a Latina with short hair and a huge smile. Both were adorable and perfect for the show, but where were the average girls? Glancing at the last picture, a pretty blackjack dealer from Reno, Catherine sighed. This wouldn’t do at all. They needed average women with personality. Mitzi was turning it into a beauty contest. Tony would love it, but without average girls, nice girls who weren’t poised and posed, the audience wouldn’t have anyone to root for.
They could save some of the beautiful girls for the fireman on the next show. Fawn was definitely out, and some may not pass the security screening. That meant they had four, maybe five for this show, and they needed at least thirteen to make it work.
If Catherine didn’t get back to work, Mitzi would choose all the wrong women and the show wouldn’t last a season.
Tony called, “Catherine, come watch a movie with me.”
She
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