Uncontrollable
"HATHAWAY'SSOHOT, I'll never have to fake an orgasm again," bragged Francis Ledan, Vogue"s August cover model, about superagent Hathaway Balkmandy.
"He's hot all right," agreed another model, draped in a Versace gown beaded with delicate pearls and Parisian stitching. "Hathaway could keep the Statue of Liberty's torch lit permanently."
Hathaway. Hathaway. Hathaway.
Everywhere Amanda Lane turned in the ritzy New York ballroom, the legendary modeling agent's name spilled from the lips of famous women. So far this crush of A-list partygoers had made it impossible for her to approach the Hugh Hefner wannabe herself. Amanda bided her time and filled her crystal champagne flute from a silver fountain flowing with Dom Perignon. Far from being a Hathaway admirer, even she had to admit the powerful modeling agent sure knew how to throw a party. From the tuxedoed, white-gloved waiters serving exotic caviar on slivers of toast and cream-filled lobster canapés, to guests sumptuously decked out in designer couture, to Marc Anthony's live performance, the elegant ballroom was hopping beneath the Swarovski chandeliers.
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