“Most of the jobs have been for my legs.” Stacy’s laugh was small, pleasant.
“Oh,” Tony said. “I didn’t know models specialized like that.”
“Sometimes,” Stacy said. “Would you like to see my portfolio?”
“Is that okay?” Tony asked. He felt out of place, intimidated, afraid her portfolio might contain naked photos, afraid he wouldn’t know how to react. Bea Hollands and Jimmy had disappeared and left Tony with a woman he did not believe could possibly be interested in him. She was, he was certain, the most beautiful woman he’d ever set eyes upon—lovelier even than Maxene.
“Yes,” Stacy said simply. Her voice and confidence were reassuring. She left and returned with a large zippered leather case. As long as he didn’t look at her he was okay. Stacy directed him to the sofa, laid the case on
