CHAPTER 11

ADAN

I drummed my fingers across the cool surface of my mahogany desk as my mind circled time and again to the fiery redhead who had stormed into the ops room earlier.

There was something about Millie that I just couldn't seem to shake.

It wasn't just her looks—those certainly didn't lack, either. No, there was something in her that nailed me with pure, wild energy.

She was unplugged, not wired to impress people. It alone set her apart from the people bathed in an aura of perfection.

I needed new faces, models who could really catch the eye of my elite clients.

I'd got too thin, generic girls, nothing that screamed luxury, nothing which would make any to sit up and take notice.

But Millie? She was exactly what I needed.

That 'it' factor, indefinable and unable to be trained or bought, sat there in her.

I could already picture her doing some of those more out-of-there shoots in my head; these were precisely the types that would set my agency worlds ahead of the competition.

First, t