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Fashion Stunt: Sex On Legs

A.N - I have decided to revise this story. Re-reading through, I saw that I didn't like it anymore. So slowly but surely I'm going to just go through each chapter and correct or modify them. Maybe change around the story line or add more to it. If you have any ideas, please let me know.

Review and let me know what you think so far! Thanks.

Walking into the lavish, over the top office, Max Guevera walked in without knocking or saying a word as she fell back into a very cushy chair. Facing forward, Max stared as the bi-spectacled person sat clicking away on his little computer with his blue tooth surgically attached to his ear. When it was obvious he was probably looking at something she didn't want to know about. "What do you want Normal?" Max asked annoyed. She didn't want to be here on her one day off, but yet sure enough Normal's little secretary paged her and crack of dawn. Instead of a response she got a magazine slapped on the desk in front of her. On the cover there was a picture of the most popular models in the fashion industry, well next to her anyway. "Ok…you want me to catch up my reading?"

"No Missy Miss, you are going to date him," Normal said without even losing stride at his typing away.

"What?" She asked raising a perfectly arched brow at this, this had to be the worst joke Normal could ever come up with.

"His people and I have all worked out. You will be seen together in different spots, alone, close, and sex with legs." Normal answered as if it was the most obvious thing in the world, still not looking at her.

"You want me to date him…" She drew out, waiting for the climax of the joke to come. Instead she got clicking of keys, "you have got to be kidding. You can't just decide we are dating!" She pointed out, ignoring that it wasn't a joke. "What the hell are you thinking!" She finally exclaimed, getting tired of the clicking of the keys. This time Norma stopped and looked at her over his glasses. Sighing he leaned back in his high backed chair and clasped his hands and adopted a thoughtful expression on his face. That could only mean one thing…Shit!

"Fine, I'll be straight with you," Max snorted at the 'straight' comment, "You aren't getting any worthy press, you're non-existent. You don't date anyone, you don't throw you phone at your maid –"

"I don't have a maid," she pointed out lamely.

"You don't do drugs; you aren't model behavior-esqu. But if you were to date the hottest male model, you'd be right back on top." Max just glared at the man, "can you imagine the press! You'll be the cover and headlines everywhere!" Normal started to get that starry eyed glaze look that, also, meant one thing. He was day dreaming.

"There's more isn't there?" She groaned.

"Yes, the show in two months…well, they are thinking of replacing you with another model. You'd still be in the show, but not the leading lady." Max's jaw dropped. "But if you were to go through with this… well your spot would be cemented and you'd be back on top." How did this happen? How was this even possible?!

"Uh, Normal you are forgetting one minor detail. We. Don't. Know. Each. Other." She enunciated with a sugar sweet tone that was sick. Normal just went right back to typing away on his computer.

"Like I said, it's all taken care of. I've been talking to Manticore –"

"WHAT!" That caught her attention.

"Yes Missy, he's from Manticore, get over it. It'll make it all the juicer in the tabloids. Now go start packing, you are leaving for Mexico for that photo-shoot." Then it clicked even more. The photo-shoot that Normal insisted on being a must do for her. A double shoot, she was going to be working with another model.

"He's the guy that going to be at the shot isn't he." It wasn't a question.

"Possibly," Normal said not looking at her as he typed furiously at his laptop. "Bip bip bip bip!" Letting out a huff she stood up and started for the door, "Oh and by the way 'that guy' goes by Alec McDowell."

"Cindy, can you believe this! They want to date some stranger just so I stay popular!" Max exclaimed as she threw random clothing onto her bed, missing her suitcase completely. Her best friend, Cindy just rolled her eyes. This was the millionth time she had heard this in the last two hours. And truthfully she wanted to meet this model because he already had her boo in twists and knots, something men could rarely do. 'This is going to be interesting.' Cindy thought as more clothes were thrown from her room mates closet, landing everywhere but the suitcase.

"Boo you are preaching to the choir. He's Manticore, I know. Big bad Manticore." She interrupted a tirade, getting up from the comfortable chair Cindy walked over to Max's lap top, "what's the name of your boy?"

"Alec McDowell, and he's not my boy!" A muffled response came from the closet. Typing the name up, Cindy was immediately bombarded with news clippings, pictures, everything about the guy.

"Damn, he could make me go straight," she commented seeing some of the photos of him. Standing over 6 ft tall, and sculpted after a Greek god. "Why are you complaining again? Because I see nothing wrong here." She called out as she sifted through more pictures.

"What?" Max asked walking out of the closet to see pictures of her "boyfriend." Cindy was staring at pictures of him. The main one on the screen was a professional shot of him without a shirt on and had aviators on.

"He's a pretty boy alright, and you complainin' why? If he wanted to, he'd make me straight." Cindy looked at her friend with knowing look. Max was thinking the same thing; he was a pretty boy, a pretty hot boy. "Says here he's been with Manticore his entire career, damn they know how to find the good ones." Cindy commented as she clicked on his biography.

"Read his bio…" Mad commented walking away, trying to make seem she could care less, when in fact she was jumping to know more, anything.

"Let's see, 25 years old, born and raised in Texas, military brat with a twin brother who no one has ever seen or heard of, media wise. He got discovered in his early teens, likes to party, and known to be a ladies man, loves to drink scotch and eat junk food. Has a couple tattoos, and is rumored to be connected the fashion industries it girl, Max Guevara." Max rushed over to read the last part. "Guess we know where Normal and Manticore got the idea. This was updated 2 months ago." Cindy said smirking.

"AHHH! I can't believe this! Oh shit what am I going to tell Logan…?" Cindy rolled her eyes and stood up. She really couldn't stand the guy.

"What's to worry about? You guys aren't "like that"." She said saucily as she walked out of Max's room. "While you drool over Wheels I'm gonna go drool over Hot Boy." Max just stared at her door where her roommate left through.