She knew the reality, in many cases with her male fans, from the way they stared at her body instead of her face at the booths, that this is what they really wanted from her. The kinds of guys Carmella dated were sweet and shy and she was the quirky anarchist artsy girl with an edge. Her sister majored in business but when Carmella’s career took off first, her sister became her manager as well as her best friend, managing every aspect of Carmella’s life. Glancing at the clock on the wall she realized it had been a half hour. Plane tickets, dinner reservations, handling emails, taxes, payroll, you name it. Just raw, ferocious animal fury working her over and turning her out. Maybe he wasn’t any bigger than her other stud suitors. He was bigger than most of her boyfriends and bigger than the few guys who’d shown up previously when Sydney had arranged for this service for her sister.
