The very next day

You didn't have to wait too long for Maria Sharapova to return with a signed contract, and as she walks into your office in her short white skirt and red shirt combo, she also seemed the be willing to get down to business.

"What sort of things are you looking to branch into, Maria?" you ask her, your records showing what she wants to get into to, but you asking her just to see if you were truly on the same page.

"Modeling mostly John," she tells you, her eyes lighting up as she tells you, hoping that you share the same high hopes for her that she herself does.

"I've got to be honest Maria," you tell her as you look her up and down, Maria trying not to notice you staring at her, "I don't know why you need me for that. You're gorgeous, you know."

"I was actually talking more along the lines of "Playboy" shoots and things like that," she says to you, a hint of naughtiness in her voice as she talks about wanting to do more of that sort of things.

"I don't really have any connections at the Hefner camp," you tell her, "but I bet I could get this done for you Maria."

"If you have some free time tonight, I might be willing to show you a preview of what I'd like to show everyone else," she whispers to you, inviting you to go back to her place with you.