Raine followed him into the room, slamming the door with a bang after them. She threw the papers on the only table there was in the room, bending down to fill up the contract. "You can strip now."

He choked at the sudden demand. "Pardon?"

The girl looked up. Her mahogany manes were tied back, revealing her dainty features previously shielded. She looked straight at him, eyes a liquid caramel. She had really nice eyes, he noticed.

"The cap on your head is sponsored, as well as the shoes, jacket, shirt and pants." She politely paused a beat for him to absorb the information before continuing: "Change out." She pointed at the thin curtains that happened to be situated right in front of the window.

Stolen novel; please report.

His brows rose a little. The residents living around here must be enjoying a helluva view.

Zeland picked up his original clothes from the chair and walked behind the curtains. A faint zipping sounded and he stood in the drapes of light blue.

He had pretty much figured out what the impromptu taxi-hijacking, clothes-changing and hair-styling was about when an entire squad of umbrella-lights splashed him in their blinding klieg beams against a velvet background.

It seemed like he was scouted, very forcefully at that, for a photo-shoot.

Eyes still blurring from the harsh lighting from before, he undid the buttons.