InvitingTheDevil by Gabriella Bradley Read Free Book Online Page B

black dress was revealing and I might as well go naked, this one was more so. It was so damn exotic, it even turned me on just gazing at myself in the mirrors.
    Sheldon helped me out of the harness. “You’ll need a silver thong to wear under this,” he said and scribbled on his notepad. “The limo will pick you up at noon tomorrow to take you to the salon. The show is at four. Don’t bother with your hair or makeup tomorrow morning and rest up. I’m sure you’re nervous, darling.”
    “Just slightly.”
    “Darling, have a few glasses of wine tonight to relax. Tomorrow is a big day for you.”
    I stepped out of the dress. The seamstress took it from me carefully. How did one even wear such a dress? I was sure it would be ruined after one evening out. It was like wearing a cobweb. I dressed quickly into my suddenly drab clothing and headed out, along with some of the other models. No one had bothered to introduce themselves to me. Remembering the envious looks darting my way, did I expect anything else? I followed the others down to parking where I guessed the limo was waiting for me. There were several limos waiting. I noticed at least seven models getting into one before it drove off. Models piled into the second one.
    Charles got out of the third car and opened the door for me. Why did I ride alone? Was it because of the area I lived in? Probably. I wondered who the audience would consist of tomorrow. Movie stars? I felt a thrill at that thought. Maybe I’d get to meet some of the rich and famous.
    I stepped out of the limo, told Charles goodbye and hurried up to my apartment.
    I threw my shoulder bag onto a chair and kicked my shoes off. It was hot in the apartment, so I stripped down to my panties. While I filled my wine glass I considered going to the pool for a swim. I remembered what Hans told me. Never go swimming in a chlorinated pool without protecting your hair. It could affect the color. Well, it had been only a thought. Relaxing in the free corner of the couch, I turned the TV on.
    The news hardly interested me. My mind was on the events of that day. I think I finally realized Kalem’s behavior that first day had been a test to see if I’d object to wearing his risqué gowns. The gowns I was given were almost beyond risqué but positively stunning. My protest that morning had been a feeble one. I could have flatly refused and walked away. Sure, I’d have broken my contract, but what could he do—demand the money he’d paid me for my designs back? Sue me? For what?
    I was acting out of character. Usually I was a strong individual and stubborn. Was I really behaving out of character? Deep within me was a craving for the wild, for the exotic. Didn’t every woman have such deep down desires? How many got to act on them? All I’d needed was a little push and the opportunity.
    The silver dress—oh, my God! I closed my eyes and visualized it, imagined myself on the catwalk wearing it, a thousand faces following my every move. A thousand? I had no idea how big the audience would be. From some of the conversation I’d picked up, it was a private fashion show. Invitation only.
    Shannon phoned. “Danny, what do you get to wear?”
    “Three beautiful gowns, blue, black and silver.”
    “Oh, I bet they’re gorgeous. I hope I get to see pictures. Was he there?”
    “Who?”
    “Don’t act stupid, goof.”
    “No, he wasn’t.”
    “Describe the dresses?”
    “I described them but left out the see-through part.” I had no idea why I couldn’t talk to Shannon about any of the naughty bits. She was by no means an angel. She described her sexual adventures to me and was by no means a prude—far from it. Actually, Shannon would have probably been a better fit for the modeling position. She was brazen, a flirt, and didn’t mind showing some skin. I thought her incredibly beautiful with her jet-black hair, blue eyes, creamy skin and voluptuous body. Whenever we’d gone out together, men fell all over