Page 4 of Double Obsession

She should take a flame to the damn advance!

Exhaling, she turned her back to him and entered the hospital room containing a doctor, two nurses, three kids, and a meddling mother-in-law. Thank the lord, her supportive sister and father cast gentle gazes in her direction.

Chapter Three

Hunter Stone loved Manhattan in the late spring—especially the small green patches that seemed to appear out of nowhere. He soaked up sunshine and fresh air as he strutted down Third and Broadway to the five-story building housing Anderson’s Modeling and Talent Agency.

He entered the elevator alongside a gorgeous blonde with spectacular tits.

“Hunter Stone?” she asked.

He grinned. “Guilty as charged.”

She fluttered her mascara-covered lashes. “It’s my first time meeting with Bianca. I’m a bit early. Any advice for a new model?”

If she had balls, he’d tell her to wrap them in cotton. “Wear waterproof makeup,” he said with a chuckle.

“Huh?”

He scratched his forehead. Although she had boobs that begged to be touched, it probably wasn’t worth the effort if he had to explain everything he said.

The elevator opened. He held out his hand, letting her pass in front of him.

Her ass swayed with every step. Once inside the office, she peered over her shoulder, smiled, then showed a ton of leg as she posed on the reception couch.

He waved to Jake Milton, Bianca’s friendly assistant.

“Hey, Hunter,” Jake said. “Bianca’s finishing up with Jerald Beaumont.”

“How long do you think they’ll be?”

Jake motioned for Hunter to come close. “I shouldn’t tell you this, but I want to give you a heads-up. You’re sharing the Flick Underwear Campaign with him this summer,” he whispered.

“You’re fucking with me,” Hunter said.

Jake pursed his lips and gave his head a subtle shake.

“But the guy looks like a twelve-year-old girl.”

“I don’t get it either. I like my men manly—you know, the way you look—but the guy’s kicking ass and dictating his price tag,” Jake said.

The door to Bianca’s office opened, and Jerald swished out wearing black and pink striped pants, platform shoes, a pink tank, and pearls. “Hey, Hunter.”

“Hi, Jerald,” Hunter said with the enthusiasm of a dead sloth.

Jerald’s eyes landed on the blonde, and he flitted to her. “Hi, gorgeous.”

She stood and took his hand in hers. “I follow you on FollowMe, Jerald.”

Hunter hid his snort under a cough. Although super popular, the newest subscription platform blurred the lines between social media and porn.

“Fabulous. How about we get together later for a drink and, you know...” Jerald winked.

She giggled.

Hunter rolled his eyes. Boy, was he glad he’d decided not to pursue the titties.

“Hey, Jake,” Jerald called. “Give this vision my number.” Then the peacock pranced out of the reception area.