Model Fucks With Photographer For A Free Photo Shoot

“I go where you go.”

“Good deal,” I said, sitting in Shaggy’s chair across from the couch where the poor bald guy still managed to snooze through Natashya’s prodding. “She’s asleep. “Please tell me this isn’t all true!”

“Natalie,” Tyler said, and I could understand why she fell for the guy. “You’ve got two minutes to get your employer out of here.”

“Mr. “This doesn’t mean much,” I said. “A plane left an hour ago for Amsterdam, and he’s ninety percent sure Roger’s on it.”

My interest was immediately piqued. I decided to make the decision for her and hoped that she would accept it. Boring, right?”

He waited a beat for me to respond, and when I didn’t, he said said, “You did fuck her, right?”

Not responding, I glanced at his bodyguard still leaning against the door with her tree trunk arms crossed over her chest. The first door was a bathroom with no one in it. Besides, T was messed up as fuck! “I think she wanted to kiss me, but I didn’t take the bait. “He just stormed across the living room and disappeared!”

“He left the house?” I asked.