Sex Bomb
Blood red lipstick, a hot pair of heels and a sweet little .38 Special—these were Ellie Jameson's favorite weapons.
She strode down the long corridor, metal briefcase in hand, her black skirt swishing at her knees over a pair of stiletto boots. Up ahead, through the door, she could hear the voices of the students waiting for her. Waiting to learn the wisdom she had to impart.
She liked to think of herself as a modern girl Sun Tzu, teaching The Art of War as it applied to women in the twenty-first century. Waging War, Offensive Strategies, Weaknesses and Strengths— these would not have been inappropriate names for her courses. But the powers that be at Vegas Top Models and Talent lacked vision when it came to course titles. So as much as it annoyed her to admit it, Ellie was about to act the fearless leader of the mundanely named Makeup 101.
Other people probably didn't see her makeup artist and instructor position at the second-rate modeling school as a chance to teach young women about the art of modern warfare. But those same people weren't the ones who had to endure talking a bunch of self-centered girls through proper application of lip liner, bronzer and an arr ... read full excerpt from: Sex Bomb ebook
