Page 6 of The Big Daddies of LA

Jasmine holds up a hand. “Savannah, do me a favor. After your shoot Saturday, go out. Please, please, please wear the red dress, have a glass of champagne and celebrate. Even if it’s just you. You’re going to be all made up, looking absolutely stunning with big Guess hair, a ton of makeup and probably look just like Claudia Schiffer in the 90s. Take some time and enjoy it, okay?”

Maybe she’s right, I think. It wouldn’t hurt to do that and just enjoy the moment before going back up to my room and washing the makeup off. “I’ll think about it,” I say. “Thank you for the dress and sexy nightgown. Even though I have no one to wear it for.”

“Never say never,” she says with a wink. “Live a little, Savvy. You’re going to be in the city of sin. And, I’m going to call you Saturday night and check in. And, I swear to God, if you’re sitting in your room by yourself, I’m going to get in my car, drive to Vegas and drag your butt down to the bar.”

“Your car’s in the shop,” I remind her.

“Then, I’ll borrow Taylor’s car.”

“Are you trying to be a bad influence?”

“Who? Me?” she asks all innocently.

I plop down next to her and try to calm my nerves. When I booked this, I knew it was a big deal but now I’m starting to get anxious. What if I mess up? What if I’m off my game? I start to pick at my nail polish and Jasmine bats my hand.

“Anything else I should know about this photographer?” I ask her. “You know I like to be prepared.”

“Just that he’s hot as sin.”

“What?” My head snaps up from my now chipped nail polish. “Are you serious?”

“You’ve never seen him?”

When I shake my head, she whistles under her breath, grabs her phone and starts typing. “Here he is,” she says and turns the screen around to show me a picture of Nick Knight.

Oh. My. Goodness.

I swallow hard and study his perfect features. With high, sharp cheekbones that could cut glass, dark hair and...I zoom in on his eyes and feel my heartbeat quicken...silvery-gray eyes that remind me of liquid metal, Nick Knight is the most attractive man I’ve ever laid eyes on.

“He used to be a model,” she says. “I think he retired like 15 years ago.”

“How old is he?” I do a quick search on my phone and see he’s 42 years old.

Jasmine shrugs. “Doesn’t really matter. I told you-- he’s a total professional on set and won’t look twice at you. Not in that way. Besides, I’m pretty sure he has a girlfriend.”

Of course he does.A guy like that probably has his pick of women.Boo.

“Who?” I wonder and scroll through the endless articles about him online.

“Some socialite.”

Then, I see her. She looks around his age, maybe 40, and it says her name is Margo York. With sleek, shoulder-length dark hair and pale green eyes, she’s rather striking. “Margo York,” I mumble.

“That’s it! I think she’s worth millions.”

Good for her,I think and close the app.I hope they’re very happy together.

Jasmine eyes me then smirks. “I can’t believe it.”

“What?”

“I never thought I’d see the day.”

“What’re you talking about?”

“Savannah Hart just found a man she thinks is attractive.”

“Oh, shut it,” I say. But, when my cheeks redden, there’s no denying it. “What?” She's staring at me like I have three heads and it’s starting to make me mad.

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