It could be you [antikvár]

BOOK I'Do it!' said Charlie Bright as she wriggled her bottom back in the chair, her face breaking into a cheeky grin.David looked at the glossy picture of an actress sprawling across a velvet armchair in the open magazine. 'Like that! Are you sure?'Charlie's large blue-grey eyes met his in the mirror. 'I want it. . . Please.'David appraised her porcelain fair skin dotted with freckles across her high cheek bones. Her brown hair tumbled in messy curls over her shoulders and, with her exceptionally long eyelashes, she would have looked naive if it weren't for her full mouth which always looked as if it was going to burst into a smile at any moment.David sucked in his cheeks and rested his hand on his hip, before nodding. His pierced nipples strained against the latex T-shirt as he bent down to her in the chair, so that his face was level with hers. 'You're right. Blonde will be a knock-out.'Charlie's eyes sparkled with excitement. After all, if the actress could get a new bloke by going blonde, so could she.It was six o'clock on the first hot Tuesday of summer. Outside, number 52 buses queued on Kensington Church Street, their fumes mingling in the balmy air. Charlie slipped her sweaty feet out of her Pied a Terre slingbacks, tipping her