Her Rules by CC MacKenzie

Author:CC MacKenzie [MacKenzie, CC]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: More Press
Published: 2015-12-15T00:00:00+00:00

He was so busy pressing the flesh and planning the careful seduction of the woman he was having dinner with this evening, Pascal didn't notice another woman standing on her own in the corner of the room. She stood utterly still. Behind dark glasses unblinking wild eyes were fixed upon him. He didn't notice her lifting her cell to take pictures of him. And he didn't notice her turning to narrow her eyes as she studied Danni for a long moment, before taking pictures of her, too.

CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

Fleur Lezark was a pneumatic brunette of twenty-one who'd over-dosed on fake tan and cheap scent. And she had a screech of a laugh that could shatter glass. The condition of her hair was not as it should be, as the beautician given the job to make her rat's nest into a sleek and shiny waterfall was protesting loud and long. Probably too many late nights living it up in one of Paris's notorious nightclubs. Fleur was over-confident in her own sexuality and had, as Anastacia was witnessing herself, the morals of an alley-cat in heat.

Unfortunately for Fleur, Olivier Conti was not only not interested in her bounteous and plentiful wares, he was repelled.

Easy sympathy rose in Anastacia's breast for the plight of her significant other.

Poor thing.

But Fleur was a woman on a mission to snag herself a millionaire footballer and a woman not to be deterred by something as basic as a reluctant and unwilling suitor.

At the moment she was nestled on Olivier's lap, her arms flung around his neck and her spectacular rack pressed against his chest. He looked as if he was being swallowed whole by double G octopus.

"Fleur!" yelled Anastacia, channelling the tone and volume from her step-mother, Maria. Standing feet apart with her fists on her hips, she beaned the model with a look that would melt steel. The response was not as fast or everything Anastacia had hoped for.

With a reluctance that tested Anastacia to the limit, Fleur peeled herself from Olivier, feet first, which meant her breasts were in his face as she rose. With a quick flick of fingers through his hair as a parting shot, she turned turbo-lashed smoky eyes on Anastacia.

"He is too incredible, too gorgeous, and so polite. I just love this gig."

One look at Olivier's stony face told Anastacia they had a problem.

A big one.

"That's enough for today, Fleur. See you tomorrow."

When the model pouted and stood firm, Anastacia simply showed her teeth.

With a quick flick of her now smooth and shiny blonde hair, Fleur gave Olivier one final eye-fuck, picked up her bag and sashayed from the room.

Not taking her eyes off a footballer who looked as if he'd gone five rounds with Wladimir Klitschko, Anastacia spoke to Linda out of the side of her mouth. "I don't care what you have to do, get rid of Fleur and get me someone who looks Parisian and find out what the hell happened to our model."

"I've already got calls out there, but no joy.

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