" Tiffany, I'll be straight forward with you, most of the girls who cometo my office I send away. They just don't have it, they're too short ornot pre...ty at all, but you have everything I look for in a model andmore. I would be happy to represent you and I'll have my lawyer draw upthe contract to represent you, we'll sign it and then you can go towork." Thank you Melissa, how soon will that be?" I'll have the contract here this afternoon and I'll have you on therunway day after tomorrow. I'm. She came over and sat down with me at a table outside. We talked some small talk. I still remember her work polo shirt unbuttoned to her cleavage. It wasn't overly sexy or anything, but she looked so cute and her tits were so pert and overflowing that it worked for her. She also wore somewhat inappropriate white Capri pants. I could see her pockets through it, but no pantie lines. When I looked closely I could see the outline of a tiny white g-string... maybe. "Shit, my break is up," she said,. Kyle smiled back and nodded, but did not say anything. He saw her eyebrows drop fractionally, even though her smile remained in place as she moved past."Hey! Wait!" he heard her call after they had already passed. He turned to see her looking at him with an appraising, yet amused look. She shocked him with what she said next, "You wouldn't be stalking me, now, would you--Mr. Kyle Evans?"Her recognition of him, and the blatancy of the question, finally shook Kyle's façade. He looked literally. ’ Lane went to the dresser in the bedroom and put a shirt on. He sleekly slipped a pair of boxers underneath the towel and up his legs. Kenai turned her head with embarrassment written all over her cheeks. ‘She talked about you all the time,’ She said trying to continue the conversation ‘how you went off to London with your Uncle, and then had to come back because of what happened to your parents…’ she trailed off glancing at the floor. ‘So where are you at nowadays?’ ‘Florida, I’m a.