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"Hey, that girl is wearing one of those thong bikinis," Sam said, pointing down to a tiny figure in hot pink. "Wow, you can see her entire butt!"
All three girls leaned over to see.
"I think it's gross," Emma said, wrinkling her perfect nose.
"Is it legal?" Carrie Wondered.
"Spoilsports!" Sam scoffed. "Just for that I think I'll buy one!"
Carrie laughed. "Well, if you don't get arrested, m meet you guys back here later this afternoon. There's a cocktail party at five that you're invited to," Carrie said. "I'm going to change and go."
"And we're going to go break a few hearts," Sam said to Emma. "Hey, 111 wear my white bikini if you'll wear your black suit with the mesh," Sam said.
Emma had never worn the black bathing suit with the mesh inserts that she'd bought
during the summer. She'd modeled it for her friends when she'd first gotten it, but that was all. It just didn't seem like her. Still, she'd brought it with her, so maybe she really wanted to wear it after all, she thought.
"You're on," Emma promised.
Carrie rushed out the door with her two cameras around her neck, and Emma and Sam changed into their bathing suits.
"I don't know about this," Emma said, surveying her image in the mirror.
"It's great," Sam said. "There's something about that ice-princess look of yours wrapped in a slutty swimsuit that will drive guys wild."
"I look slutty?" Emma asked, totally horrified.
"No, no, the suit looks slutty, not you," Sam corrected her, applying some waterproof mascara to her eyelashes.
"I'm changing to the white one," Emma decided, pulling it off.
"Suit yourself," Sam said with a shrug. "No one can force you to take chances."
Emma stopped undressing, her suit halfway to her knees. "I guess I don't take a lot of chances, do I?" she said thoughtfully.
Sam gave her a meaningful look.
"Okay, I'll wear it," Emma decided, pulling the suit back up.
They threw T-shirts and shorts over their suits, packed beach bags, and headed out the door.
"Do we hit the pool or the ocean first?" Sam mused.
"I vote for the ocean," Emma said. "It's much more romantic."
"Sure," Sam agreed. "Oh, and remind me we have to cruise the shops later to find me one of those thong suits."
"Would you really wear that?" Emma asked as they rode the elevator down to the lobby.
"But of course," Sam said. "Hey, you're only young with perfecto buns once, you know?"
"Yes, but do you want the whole world to see those buns?" Emma said as they crossed the lobby. Donning sunglasses as they headed out into the bright sunshine, Sam replied breezily, "Oh, sure. My only question is, how much sunscreen do you have to use on body parts that have never seen any sun before?"
Faith O'Connor was waiting in the lobby when Carrie arrived.
"I hope I'm not late," Carrie said after she introduced herself.
"You're right on time," Faith assured her as they walked toward the elevator. "It was great that you could fill in at the last minute," she added.
"I'm just so excited to get the assignment," Carrie admitted.
The elevator came and they got on.
"This is planned as a very major profile," Faith explained, "really in-depth. I met with Graham once already out at his home on Sunset Island. Ever hear of the place?"
"Um, I think so," Carrie said. She wasn't sure why, but she didn't want to tell Faith that she had worked for Graham and Clau-
dia on the island taking care of their kids. Maybe it was because she thought it sounded so juvenileЧwho would take seriously a photographer who had recently been a babysitter?
"So the plan is that I'll just talk with him, and you can unobtrusively snap away," Faith said. "My guess is he'll be more comfortable with you there, since you've" shot him before," Faith said.
"I hope so," Carrie said, nervously fiddling with the strap on one of her cameras.
"You'll be fine," Faith said, giving Carrie a warm smile. "I thought the shots you took of him before were terrific."
Carrie smiled back gratefully and studied Faith O'Connor. Faith was about Carrie's height, but very slim and fine-boned. She looked to be in her early thirties. Her short, tousled honey-blond hair was streaked lighter in the front, and her clear green eyes were subtly made up with brown eyeliner and mascara. She wore jeans and an embroidered white cotton shirt. The leather belt she sported had a huge turquoise stone over the buckle. Turquoise leather cowboy boots completed the ensemble. The whole effect
was casual and professional at the same time. Next to her Carrie felt very young and completely lacking in style. She'd thrown on baggy tan shorts and a blue chambray shirt, and had tied her hair back in a ponytail.
"Okay, you ready?" Faith asked as they stood in front of the door to Graham's suite.
"Sure," Carrie said gamely. She reminded herself that she belonged there, that she really did know Graham, that she was a professional.
"Carrie!" Claudia cried as she opened the door. It was Graham's wife, twenty-five-year-old Claudia Templeton. She looked absolutely thrilled to see Carrie.
"Hi," Carrie said shyly, but Claudia enveloped her in a bear hug. "What a nice surprise! I had no idea you were the photographer for this!"
"I did," Graham said, coming up behind his wife. He was as mesmerizing-looking as ever. Even though he was in his late thirties by now, and had been a rock legend for nearly twenty years, he still radiated a charisma and sex appeal that had women of all ages fantasizing about him. It still amazed Carrie that she had actually worked
forЧand lived in the same house asЧthe superstar who stood before her.
"Hi, Graham," Carrie said with a small smile. "Thanks for recommending me for thisjob."
Claudia swatted Graham playfully. "You knew Carrie was coming and you didn't tell me!"
"It was a surprise," Graham said.
As they all went to sit down Faith shot a look at Carrie. Carrie felt herself wince. She could almost feel the wheels turning inside the reporter's head, trying to place how Carrie fit in with the superstar and his wife. Photographer, not babysitter, Carrie reminded herself.