Sequela by Cleland Smith

Author:Cleland Smith [Smith, Cleland]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Gauge
Published: 2014-02-07T20:00:00+00:00

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'They're not bothered at all!' Kester said as the door to his office closed behind them.

He touched his Book, misting up the walls and blocking out the vista of white-coated industry. Looking up, he caught Alexis smiling at him. She was pleased to have been right again.

'I told you so,' she said. 'We made clear in their contracts that commissioned exchange might be a possibility. And they don't see it as a paid part of their job anyway – it's a bonus shag with a celebrity once they've done their bit on the catwalk. You've got to remember that a lot of them are professional models, or aspiring ones – especially the first tranche – they do it all the time. Ever been to London Fashion Week?'

Kester made a face. Of course he hadn't been to London Fashion Week.

'No. God, what a relief!' He slumped down in his chair. A smile built up to a grin, which built up to a laugh. 'It'll be so good!'

'We've certainly worked our arses off to make sure everyone's excited about it.' Alexis grinned.

'Well, you know how passionate I am about raising the profile of science, darling.' Kester grinned back at her and stopped his capering.

Alexis drew a deep breath and walked over to the window.

'The show's going to be the event of the summer,' she said. 'While we're away Yule's team are going to be talking to some high profile wearers, setting interviews up. You packed for our little trip yet?'

Kester watched her as she looked down into the square below. He hadn't packed yet. He hated packing. The light from the window defined the silhouette of her body within her light tunic top and made her blonde hair glow. Smiling to himself, he reached under his desk and brought out what looked like a small tub of paint.

'Here.'

Alexis turned and looked to see what he had, then raised her eyebrows. 'What is it?'

'A pot of procrastination. Take your shirt off.'

'What?'

'Shy? Come through next door then. I've got something for you. You'll like it.'

Farrell walked ahead of Kester back through to his quarters.

'Take your shirt off,' he repeated in his best commanding voice. He had been practising this tone for a while now. He was convinced that she quite liked it. No-one ever told her what to do and it must be a relief to allow herself just to follow instructions for a change. Not that she would ever admit it. He wouldn't dare speak to her like that outside of their private quarters and the exchange booths.

'Yes, sir.' Alexis smirked. She whipped her tunic top up over her head and flicked open her bra.

'Did I say your bra?'

'You didn't have to, darling.' Alexis smiled saucily and squeezed one of her breasts, staring him right in the eye.

'It's unnecessary, but I won't say it's not a bonus.' Kester laughed to himself as he unscrewed the lid of the paint pot, set it down on his coffee table and started looking in his labcoat pocket for something.

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