Model Marisa Miller manages.

You’re still taking pride in the positive response that your looks have received from someone who makes a living based on theirs. Therefore, you’re not bothered by the fact that the room has been silent for a while.

“I don’t care about what you don’t do,” you tell Marisa. “I’m more interested in what you will do.”

“Normally,” she admits almost immediately. “I’m photographed or filmed in a lot of different things. However, I have now been asking myself why I haven’t added any of the makeup staff to the list.”

“And?”, you say, as something tells you to consider this train of thought further.

“Most of them have been women,” she admits with a half-shrug, “My mind is telling me that when you are presented with an opportunity, you open its pants and your legs.”

You say nothing, staring at the attractive woman who you have found yourself with. The only thing you can think of is whether you should let her approach you, or attempt to regain control