Who in their right mind wouldn’t call this woman sexy?
Paul knew why Alicia was uncomfortable. The wafer thin models lurking behind him always threw her off her game. Every day legions of surgically enhanced famine victims threw themselves at him. Even when rumors about his sexuality hit the gossip rags, he ignored them. Alicia was the type of woman he wanted. No, Alicia was the woman he wanted. Screw it. This was the day.
Paul put his camera on the ground and stomped toward a shaken Alicia. He cupped her sexy full cheeks and kissed her like he was trying to set the studio on fire. No emaciated pissed off Paris Hilton with an on-demand gag reflex could ever kiss like Alicia.
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