Chapter Three
Loved to be Watched
The face that gazed out at him from page 14 of Claire’s lather-bound portfolio held the caption “Jessie.” The picture was of an impressively tall woman with a soft helmet of sliver-blond hair, fine and silky, with even bangs that framed her handsome face. Paul lingered there, spending time just appreciating the leggy blond figure, and smiled at the girl whose even gaze with those penetrating blue eyes was quite enough to keep his hand from turning the page. Perched on a high stool, one extended leg extended downward, the other foot set on an upper rung, knee steepled, she turned to face the camera directly with clear hard eyes. Hers was a stunning beauty, yet vaguely disquieting. The smoothened feminine contours of that long figure were molded by the shi
