"Bennett, Cherie - Sunset Island 003 - Sunset Dreams" - читать интересную книгу автора (Bennett Cherie)

Sunset 3 - Sunset Dreamsone "Samantha Bridges, you are one fine babe," Sam said
to her reflection as she posed before the mirror in her room. She looked down at
the Cosmopolitan magazine on the dresser, and changed her pose and expression to
copy the cover girl's. "Incredible! Unbelievable!" she chanted at herself,
trying to feel more confident.
But something was wrong. Her eyes didnt look right-not sultry enough. She closed
them halfway, and tossed her head so that her long red hair shimmered around her
shoulders. Much better. She leaned closer to the mirror to make sure the eye
thing didn't look stupid up close, and noticed a blemish threatening to emerge
on her chin.
"Oh great, that's just great," she said in disgust, dropping her pose and
looking around frantically for her cover stick. "Yeah, the guy is really going
to make me into a superstar with a zit popping out on my face," she muttered,
trying to disguise the bump.
Okay, so I'm nervous, Sam admitted to herself. But hey, it wasn't every day that
a girl got to have cocktails with a photographer from Universal Models, one of
the biggest modeling agencies in the country. It was probably the most glamorous
thing that had ever happened to her. So far, anyway.
Sam thought dreamily back to how she had first met Flash Hathaway. It had been
at a party at Howie Lawrence's house. Flash had told his assistant, Leonard
Fuller, to give Sam his business card. That was just before he had told Sam she
should be a model. It wasn't the first time Sam had been told that. At five feet
ten inches, with her long, slim frame and wild red hair, Sam had heard that line
often enough. But she had never heard it from a photographer from a top modeling
agency before! "Yo, Sam, the car service is here!" one of the twins shouted up
to Sam. The twins were Becky and Allie Jacobs, totally identical
thirteen-year-olds whom Sam could tell apart only by the beauty mark over
Allie's mouth. Sam was their au pair for the summer.
The twins' father, Dan Jacobs, had hired Sam through the National Au Pair
Society. Looking after two teenagers had sounded easy enough, but the twins were
so wild and precocious (for example, they had recently decided not to "date" any
guys under the age of sixteen, because they'd be "way too immature") that Sam
really had to watch them like a hawk. Since Sam had taken this job to have a
wild summer herself, watching over "the monsters," as she had dubbed them, was
not her idea of a good time.
Sam checked her reflection one last time. She had on her tiniest white Lycra
miniskirt and a neon-orange bra top under a cropped white jacket. Her hair was
sprayed into a huge mass of red waves and curls, and her orange matte lipstick
matched the orange of her bra top. In her white high-heeled ankle boots she
stood over six feet tall. Sam, you will knock him dead, she assured herself as
she grabbed her purse off the bed.
"Wow, that outfit is way cool," Allie breathed when she saw Sam running down the
stairs. "Can I borrow it sometime?" "Nope," said Sam, retying the laces on her
right boot.
"How come?" Allie whined.
"Because it's too old for you," Sam said, grabbing a jacket in case it got cold
later.
"Oh, right," Becky snorted, coming up next to her sister^ "I'd fill out that top
better than you do." Sam rolled her eyes. Unfortunately Becky was right.
The driver outside honked the horn impatiently.