Hot Spot. Debbi Rawlins

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СКАЧАТЬ God, what does she want now?”

      “The garden scene. The one with the butterflies.” Shelly pressed a button and then muttered a mild curse. “Hey, do you know anything about these damn contraptions?”

      “A little but let me get set up first.” Madison barely got the words out through clenched teeth as she headed into the cramped back room.

      The butterfly scene. How she hated that one. In fact, she hated every one of the cheesy backdrops. She’d begged Shelly to let her take the clients to Central Park. She’d be able to get some dynamite shots there. But Shelly was old school. Claimed no one wanted to be dragged outdoors when there were perfectly good fake backgrounds right in the studio.

      At least Shelly was an easygoing boss. She required little of Madison, letting her work sporadically when she needed money, unless Shelly got slammed with appointments, which didn’t happen often. Madison just had to remember this was only part-time and temporary. Some easy money to help make ends meet. And then let it go. She’d absolutely die if she thought she had to take family portraits for the rest of her life.

      But not after she made the cover of Today’s Man. If she hadn’t been confident before she’d met Jack Logan in the flesh, she would be now. He was the perfect subject. She couldn’t think of anyone she’d rather photograph more than him. The strong line of his jaw alone was enough to make a woman weep. And those hazel eyes, caught by the right light, seemed to glitter with deviltry, daring and tempting and mocking every feminine resolve.

      Good thing she was immune. Not counting the dream she’d had two nights ago where she practically tore off his clothes. The brief memory brought a flash of heat, and she accidentally kicked the tripod. She caught it before it went over but not without causing a racket.

      “You okay back there?” Shelly had lost most of her southern drawl except when it suited her purpose, but her trademark blond “big” hair hadn’t changed since she’d moved to New York fifteen years ago, a former Texas beauty queen, with more hope than promise.

      “Fine. I’m almost done.” Madison smoothed the horrid butterfly backdrop and tacked the right corner. “Which one of the darling little Dennisons am I shooting today?”

      “Oops. Should’ve warned you. It’s the twins.”

      Madison groaned and pulled out another chair. Of the four kids, the twins were the ones who made her most insane. At only three years old the boys were already tyrants, but their mother considered them simply adorable. Bad combination.

      “I know they irritate you,” Shelly said, lowering her voice as she ducked into the back, “but frankly, if Eileen Dennison weren’t so neurotic about capturing every little pout and smile, I’m not sure I would’ve made the rent last month.”

      Madison got it. It was Shelly’s subtle way of telling her to make nice with Eileen Dennison, who, Madison had to admit, was great for business. Paid cash, too.

      “Don’t worry,” Madison said as she bent down to peer through the lens at the backdrop. “I’ll treat the little monsters like royalty.”

      Shelly chuckled. “You’re especially good with the little ones. Mothers ask for you a lot.”

      “Yeah, well not without a great deal of effort.” She straightened, satisfied with the angle of the camera.

      “I was thinking that maybe when I get better at that computer I can make some flyers. Pay some kid to hand them out at the corner.” Shelly pulled a tube of lipstick out of her pants pocket and used the mirror on the far wall to apply bright red to her lips. “Might be able to drum us up some more business. What do you think?”

      Madison hesitated. She wouldn’t be here much longer. Shelly knew that. Madison had been up-front from the beginning. “Maybe.”

      “Yeah, I know. You won’t be doing this much longer.” Shelly turned to her and shrugged. “I figure when the time comes that you kick me to the curb I’ll find some fresh graduate from NYU with gobs of student loans to repay and in desperate need of money.”

      “Excuse me? Kick you to the curb?”

      Shelly laughed. “I’m just so jealous I could spit. Tell me about him.”

      “Jack Logan?”

      “Who else do you think I mean?” Shelly planted her hands on her curvy hips. “I’ve been dying to hear about your meeting for two days. When’s the shoot? Tell me everything.”

      Madison grinned. “He’s gorgeous. Breathtaking. What more can I say?”

      “Girl, I can turn on the TV and see that for myself. I want to hear the juicy stuff.”

      “We had a business meeting, for goodness sakes.”

      “So? I heard he’s quite the flirt.”

      Madison shook her head and made another adjustment to the tripod. “First, the only place you could have ‘heard’ anything is from one of those ridiculous tabloids you read. Second, I’m hardly in Jack Logan’s league.”

      “Well, Miss Know-It-All, there’s a whole lot more truth in those magazines than you think. They can’t just pull those things out of thin air.”

      “Of course not.”

      Shelly chuckled. “You’re no fun.”

      “You haven’t seen me after two margaritas.” Madison checked her watch. “What time are they supposed to get here?”

      “Any minute.” Shelly poked her head out front, even though a warning buzzer went off every time someone came through the door, and then she looked back at Madison. “Evidently, he isn’t very tall, and he has to wear elevated shoes.”

      “I’m five-eight and he has a good five inches on me. Strike one for evidently.”

      Shelly snorted. “Is it true he’s dating Charlize Theron?”

      “I wouldn’t have the faintest idea.”

      “Last year he dumped that soap actress without warning. You shoulda seen the picture of her bawling her poor red eyes out.”

      “You of all people, Shelly Mayfield.”

      “What?”

      “Like you don’t know how pictures can be altered.”

      Shelly shrugged. “That doesn’t mean the sad thing wasn’t mooning after him.”

      “I give up.” Shaking her head, Madison brushed past Shelly and headed to the front of the studio. The place was tiny and she’d be stuck in back with the Dennison twins and their doting mother long enough.

      Shelly followed, continuing to babble, the list of women Jack had been seeing growing longer. Madison tried to shut her out. She didn’t care about Jack’s exploits. In fact, she didn’t want to think about them at all. Likely none of it was true, and she worked better when she liked her subject.

      The door buzzer sounded and in came the Dennisons.

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