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Was it normal for a fashion designer to ask a new model to strip so he could inspect her from head to toe to get a feel for her shape, size and sensitivities?
Bumping into her boss, causing her portfolio to fall and the drawings she’d secretly worked on during her breaks to scatter was accidental. But oh, what a welcome accident. Danea’s career dreams are realized when the man she’s drooled over and fantasized about for two years while working in administration wants to see all her sketches.
Not only does Kalem Ostarizo, the world’s top fashion designer, hire her for his design team, but wants her to model for House of Ostarizo. Danea happily signs a one-year contract for each position but is shocked when she finds out the obedience clause she agreed to involves more than just obeying the rules.
“Meet me in front of the building at noon. I hope you like the bistro around the corner. It’s my favorite. I’ll instruct my assistant to add you to my design group. Your work hours will be very flexible. I don’t mind if you work at home at times.”
“Really?” I stood, assuming he was dismissing me. His next question surprised me.
“Yes. Tell me, have you ever modeled?”
“Please walk to the door and back? Take off your jacket, please.”
Nervous, I did as he told me. I put my purse back on the chair, hung my jacket on the back of it and walked to the door then back. I tried desperately to maintain my composure and not wobble on the spiked heels. Keeping my gaze glued to the floor, I felt his dark gaze on me while I strolled as casually as I could back to his desk.
“Undo the buttons of your blouse,” he ordered.
Okay, this is going a bit too far. “Why?”
“Lesson number one—never ever, question an order from me. I’ll answer you this time because you seem nervous. You’re too frigid, too tense, and hold your head up when you walk. Please do as I tell you?”
I tried to stop my fingers from trembling as I undid the buttons. I didn’t have a bra on—didn’t have the need of one. My breasts were firm, perky, and required no support.
“Pull the blouse out of your skirt.”
My breath caught in my throat as I obeyed his orders. My blouse flapped loose, both front panels barely covering my nipples.
“Walk to the door again and walk back to me. Imagine you’re a model and you’re displaying the latest Ostarizo outfit.”
I walked to the doors, did a turnabout and walked back toward him. I tried not to think about my blouse, about the flapping sides. I felt the cool air touch my nipples and knew they were exposed. I kept my eyes glued to the floor as I continued to walk.
“Look at me!” he thundered.
Startled, I raised my head and gazed into his eyes. My knees shook and felt about to liquefy into jelly. M my teeth chattered, but I continued to walk.
“Beautiful. You’ll not only design for me, but you’ll model for me as well.”
He came around from behind his desk, walked toward me and lifted my chin with his long, tapered fingers. “You’re a beautiful woman, Ms. Fitzgerald. Welcome to my team. I’ll give my assistant the necessary instructions and will expect you here tomorrow morning at nine sharp. You’ll start with a crash course in modeling. Leave your portfolio with me. I’d like to study all of your drawings at my leisure.”
His fingers left a burning imprint on my face. Flustered, I buttoned my blouse, hiding my exposed breasts, and tucked it back into the skirt. I realized he must have seen every inch of my breasts and my very hard nipples. The crotch of my panties was soaked, my clit throbbed like crazy, my nether lips felt swollen and tingly hot. A stream of electricity coursed through my body, my heart beat like a drum. I retrieved my jacket from the chair and quickly slipped it on.
“I’ll see you tomorrow morning, Ms. Fitzgerald.”