The Final Seduction (The Billionaire's Way) Book 3 by C.T. Sloan Page A
Authors: C.T. Sloan
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modeling agency even offered to sign me on the spot. This whole week has been a whirlwind of attention.
Mr. Peak is more than happy to see me gain all of this attention. After all, it makes him look good. My controlling boss gets an exciting, hot girlfriend which is a product of his invention. He doesn’t have to worry about me getting carried away with the attention. I know that if my head gets too big, my bottom will get a spanking.
When Vanity Fair called and asked me to attend today’s photo shoot, I made sure it was okay with my big boss. “Go ahead. Have some fun,” Mr. Peak says.
I kiss him on the cheek and assure him, “Sir, I will make you look good!”
So here I am, wearing a simple black Prada dress with spaghetti straps amongst New York’s most famous models, actresses, designers and writers. All the women tell me I look gorgeous and that my face is very photogenic. I still don’t know if they mean it or if they are just trying to kiss my ass. Either way, I’ll take it.
The photographer takes a group photo as the sun begins to set over Central Park. The view is magnificent. We are all literally on top of the world. As the shoot winds down, I find more and more of the people staring at me. Yes, out of the ten, I am the least known. I am the “enigma.”
When the shoot is over, my PR rep runs up and smiles. She is nearly ready to jump out of her skin. “I don’t know how to tell you this but J.T. Marcos wants to meet with you.” I nearly pass out. J.T. Marcos is pretty much the hottest director in Hollywood right now. The 30 year old phenom is known for his star-making roles. Everyone in Hollywood wants to work with this guy. And he wants to meet me. I can’t wait to tell Mr. Peak.
I walk with my PR rep down to the elevators. We get to the ground floor of the building. As we walk out, about a dozen paparazzi guys are flashing shots. I look behind me wondering which of the famous girls are being photographed. I realize there is no one behind me. Oh my God. All of these photographers were waiting for me.
We rush into a Rolls-Royce Phantom and take off to Mr. Peak’s townhouse. The PR girl looks at me with a smile and says, “I have never seen someone get so famous so fast.”
I giggle and tell her, “I’m just doing my job.”
We get to the townhouse. As we open the door to the Rolls Royce, three more photographers are waiting for me on the sidewalk. One of the guys steps between me and the townhouse. I instinctively swat his camera to the side. “Bitch!” the photographer yells at me.
I give him the middle finger and tell him to, “Go fuck your mother!” Wow. I must be in New York too long.
When I get inside, Mr. Peak’s assistant Gabe is waiting for me. “How was the shoot, Miss Sulamari?”
“Excellent.”
“Mr. Peak is in the Library.”
“Thank you, Gabe.”
I opt to take the stairs to the second floor library. I can’t wait to tell my boss about the meeting with J.T. Marcos. My mind begins to race with the possibilities as to why the hottest director in Hollywood wants to meet with me. Maybe I will be cast in a movie. Fuck, I may become a movie star!
I skip into the library like an excited little girl who just got an A on her math test. “Mr. Peak! Mr. Peak!” I blurt out. My boss lifts his head from a book and gives me this stare that instantly makes me freeze.
He stands up and puts the book down next to a table. “You seem excited about something little Sarah.”
“I am going to meet J.T. Marcos.”
Mr. Peak’s face draws a blank. This is a man who spends his days and nights studying finance and politics. Celebrity and pop culture are most definitely two things that he could give a squat about.
I smile and tell my boss proudly, “He is the biggest and hottest movie director in Hollywood!” Mr. Peak rolls his eyes. Oh my God. What did I do wrong? Does he not approve. How could he
Mr. Peak is more than happy to see me gain all of this attention. After all, it makes him look good. My controlling boss gets an exciting, hot girlfriend which is a product of his invention. He doesn’t have to worry about me getting carried away with the attention. I know that if my head gets too big, my bottom will get a spanking.
When Vanity Fair called and asked me to attend today’s photo shoot, I made sure it was okay with my big boss. “Go ahead. Have some fun,” Mr. Peak says.
I kiss him on the cheek and assure him, “Sir, I will make you look good!”
So here I am, wearing a simple black Prada dress with spaghetti straps amongst New York’s most famous models, actresses, designers and writers. All the women tell me I look gorgeous and that my face is very photogenic. I still don’t know if they mean it or if they are just trying to kiss my ass. Either way, I’ll take it.
The photographer takes a group photo as the sun begins to set over Central Park. The view is magnificent. We are all literally on top of the world. As the shoot winds down, I find more and more of the people staring at me. Yes, out of the ten, I am the least known. I am the “enigma.”
When the shoot is over, my PR rep runs up and smiles. She is nearly ready to jump out of her skin. “I don’t know how to tell you this but J.T. Marcos wants to meet with you.” I nearly pass out. J.T. Marcos is pretty much the hottest director in Hollywood right now. The 30 year old phenom is known for his star-making roles. Everyone in Hollywood wants to work with this guy. And he wants to meet me. I can’t wait to tell Mr. Peak.
I walk with my PR rep down to the elevators. We get to the ground floor of the building. As we walk out, about a dozen paparazzi guys are flashing shots. I look behind me wondering which of the famous girls are being photographed. I realize there is no one behind me. Oh my God. All of these photographers were waiting for me.
We rush into a Rolls-Royce Phantom and take off to Mr. Peak’s townhouse. The PR girl looks at me with a smile and says, “I have never seen someone get so famous so fast.”
I giggle and tell her, “I’m just doing my job.”
We get to the townhouse. As we open the door to the Rolls Royce, three more photographers are waiting for me on the sidewalk. One of the guys steps between me and the townhouse. I instinctively swat his camera to the side. “Bitch!” the photographer yells at me.
I give him the middle finger and tell him to, “Go fuck your mother!” Wow. I must be in New York too long.
When I get inside, Mr. Peak’s assistant Gabe is waiting for me. “How was the shoot, Miss Sulamari?”
“Excellent.”
“Mr. Peak is in the Library.”
“Thank you, Gabe.”
I opt to take the stairs to the second floor library. I can’t wait to tell my boss about the meeting with J.T. Marcos. My mind begins to race with the possibilities as to why the hottest director in Hollywood wants to meet with me. Maybe I will be cast in a movie. Fuck, I may become a movie star!
I skip into the library like an excited little girl who just got an A on her math test. “Mr. Peak! Mr. Peak!” I blurt out. My boss lifts his head from a book and gives me this stare that instantly makes me freeze.
He stands up and puts the book down next to a table. “You seem excited about something little Sarah.”
“I am going to meet J.T. Marcos.”
Mr. Peak’s face draws a blank. This is a man who spends his days and nights studying finance and politics. Celebrity and pop culture are most definitely two things that he could give a squat about.
I smile and tell my boss proudly, “He is the biggest and hottest movie director in Hollywood!” Mr. Peak rolls his eyes. Oh my God. What did I do wrong? Does he not approve. How could he
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