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the notion was one that was so fitting that jennie could do all but to resist the slightly upturned corners of her lightly rouged lips. she could recall the visceral world she’d created within her bedroom in the cameras eye for faithful viewers. the lewd, salacious acts she’d committed to herself at their request. all for their adoration. all for their praise. to be seen and cherished by any and all who would devote their time to her elicited such a euphoric response in her comely petite body that for a moment short of a split second, the eyes she reserved for dimmed lights and computer screen dominated the innocently charming chocolate brown hues that looked upon this man before her. he spelled trouble for her image but even though jennie lived for a more mainstream camera and the elitist runways she was invited to strut upon, she was never too concerned with her image. “that’d be kind of dangerous for me right now, i think.” and the smile that held a double meaning blossomed into the virtuous smile she wore as her public facade. “i took a hiatus to not be seen. unlike what people may think, bad publicity really is just that: bad publicity.”
“bad publicity only stays bad if you don’t know how to turn it in your favor.”
she’s pretty, he’ll give her that. pretty little islander girl with the long hair and sun kissed skin (plush and pink in his eyes). she shares their blood yet bleeds something different, which must be why she took their country by a storm. hawaii gets more hurricanes than korea ever will. jennie must have brought one with her, lest she is one herself.
he grabs a lock of her hair and twirls it between his fingers just to feel its silkiness. she’s soft in all the right places, sharp where it hurts, something like a diamond in the rough (but she still shines through). he finds himself wondering if he can steal a lock of hair when she’s not looking.
“jennie, jennie,” he says slowly, like he stole her name, too. “i want to show you something.”
