First Kiss by Kylie Adams Read Free Book Online

real age. Now the truth about her breasts. Why not just film her next visit to the gynecologist and be done with it?
    Suddenly, Kiki felt the impact of the personal invasion. She experienced a tight fight-or-flight sensation. So as any sensible woman would do when faced with the same set of circumstances, she slipped off her Manolos and sprinted down the sidewalk, pedicure be damned. She had to get away from these pigs.
    Thank God for all those spinning classes. And designer sample sales. All that pedaling and dashing about had really whipped her into great shape. Kiki commanded a quick lead, but the paparazzi gained on her fast. For people who looked like they lived on Krispy Kremes and Coke Classic, they sure could move.
    Just ahead, Kiki saw a cab jerk to a stop. Out stepped a distinguished woman who looked at Kiki's bare feet as if she were a refugee from one of those countries that's impossible to spell.
    Kiki tumbled inside and found herself momentarily paralyzed by the driver's body odor. Beyond awful. She wanted to suggest a new super-strength time-release deodorant. This worked for Adam, a writer friend whose fiancee broke up with him over his odor problem. Of course, this happened before the new deodorant hit the market, and by then she had met someone else. Now she was married and lived in a great apartment in the West Village. Poor Adam! Him. Mental note to include this story in the book. An important object lesson about proper grooming.
    For now, Kiki just told the stinky man to drive.
    He demanded to know where because his shift was about to end, and if it was too far, then she'd have to get out.
    What a horrible attitude! She decided to keep the deodorant tip a secret. Kiki thought for a moment. Where to go? Suddenly, it dawned on her. In all of yesterday's hurly-burly, she really didn't get a chance to see all that Stella McCartney had to offer. A little shopping should help curb the morning's anxiety. She announced the boutique's address.
    Obviously it was close enough, because the driver took off.
    Kiki fired up her cellular and got Suzi-Suzi on the line pronto. Luckily, the girl was always sitting by the phone hoping that her modeling agency might call. In the middle of Kiki's story about being chased by ugly people with bad diets, Suzi-Suzi halted her to say, "That's not even the half of it."
    Kiki blanched. There was more ? "What do you mean?"
    Suzi-Suzi sighed. "Radio is all over the story. DJs are ripping you to pieces, and listeners are calling in to say you're a skank. You know that show with the shock jock who's always prank-calling his mother?"
    "Stevie G?" Kiki asked.
    "Yeah," Suzi-Suzi said. "By the way, that's so cruel. I mean, she's got Alzheimer's! Anyway, he's been the worst. But don't worry. I called in and defended you on the air. I told him that you were just like other women in the city. You wanted to sleep with Tom Brock, but you haven't. He sort of twisted my words around, though, so I'm not sure if I helped or if I made things worse."
    Kiki sat there totally perplexed. A simple charm falls off her bracelet, and it had come to this. Suddenly, a sobering realization hit her. The public's love affair with Tom and Kirsten was not to be underesti-mated. What if they turned her into the next Monica Lewinsky? Of course, she would be considered a thinner, beautiful version. But they still might feed her to the wolves faster than you can say "Gap dress!"
    The cab stopped in front of Stella's shop.
    Kiki swung out in a funk but was soon levitated by the environment of upscale retail. Way better than nature. What can a babbling brook do other than make you think that you have to go to the bathroom?
    The same bitchy salesgirl was there. Only this time she stared daggers at Kiki and traded contemptuous looks with another associate on the floor.
    Kiki ignored them and began to browse the racks.
    Then the newer girl walked over to snappishly announce, "I'm sorry, but I'm going to have to ask you to