Welcome to the 154th week of My Sexy Saturday.
This week’s theme: Here Comes Sexy
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Here's a snip from Gave Good Face...
"They want me to pose with Pasha Rossdale?" Lot grinned. “I’ve always wanted to work with her.”
“Yeah, I know you have.” His agent smiled, in relief. “Come on, let's not keep them waiting."
“Ah, here’s Lot now,” the photographer Doug, gestured him over. Lot had worked with him many times and found him both professional and talented. “Any news on Miss Rossdale?” he asked the assistant beside him.
“I’m here, Dougie.” They all turned to watch the exquisite, statuesque blonde walk toward them. She was also casual, in street clothes—a cream colored camisole and beige short shorts, that made her toned and tanned legs look, like they went on forever. But damn, was she sexy in them. She also must have taken advantage of the shower facilities, her hair although mostly dry still held that damp sectioned look. She was almost completely devoid of makeup except for some mascara lengthening and darkening her lashes.
Pasha Rossdale had come into the business around the time that Lot had been at the top and very much in demand. They’d been to many of the same photo shoots, but other than a passing greeting or a smile, they had never actually been formally introduced or spoken more than handful of words. But Lot had admired her work, not to mention that face and body for a long time. As much as he had the dark and smoldering thing going on, she had radiance and smokin’ hotness. But whereas, Lot felt like he was nearing the end of his career, Pasha’s name was just beginning to be bandied about with the likes of Heidi and Giselle. And just like her predecessors, the press had dubbed her simply Pash or Pasha, no Rossdale required. And the real kicker was that he’d never heard a bad thing about her. Any other model that had worked with her in the past, male or female had nothing but glowing things to say about her. She wasn’t a diva by any stretch of the imagination. He didn’t think there was anyone else in the industry that could claim that. Not even him. He had been difficult. Especially lately, when retiring was the first thing on his mind when he got out of bed every morning.
Lot smiled at the fresh-faced beauty. Returning it, she stuck out her hand. “Nice to finally get to work with you Lot, I’m Pasha.”
Enveloping her hand in his, he bent and kissed the back. To his delight, her smile widened. “I feel the same. It’s about time.”
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