Foot Model for Hire

A knockout in black saunters down the hall. The dress clings, the glasses say don’t ask questions, and the heels click like they pay the rent. Didi Zerati glides toward Kristof Cale. His gaze says everything—face first, then the long drop to her toes. She clocks the thirsty stare at her legs, smiles like she’s already won, and keeps coming. Closer. She’s going to give him exactly what that look is begging for.