“Smart ass,” growled Sam, darting off after him, Jesse giggling.  She caught him, sweeping him into her arms and kissing his cheek.

            “Hey Sam, Jesse,” waved Mark Stone, Jayden’s husband of three years was walking down the driveway.  Sam set Jesse down.

            “Off to work?” asked Sam, getting a kiss on the cheek from Mark.

            “Yeah, Jayden is in the house, spending the night, Jesse?” he asked.

            “No, Uncle Mark, just til mom gets back home, she’s going to take some pictures…,” the young boy answered, rushing into the house to see Jayden.

            “How is Sam doing?” asked Mark, leaning up against Sam’s car.

            “Ok, how is the ER?” she asked.

            “Busy, you should come and see how busy, might wet your appetite,” he offered.

            Sam smiled, shaking her head and leaving without another word, heading into the house to say hello to Jayden, then to go off and get some work done at the office.

            “Not hot enough,” grumbled Brian as Sam tried, in vain, to get the angle right, the lighting right, but nothing was working.  Sam rubbed her face, blinking and trying to focus, but it wasn’t working. 

            “I know,” whispered Sam.  “Take ten,” yelled Sam.  Gently tugging Brian over to the corner, Brian rubbing the back of his neck.  He looked as frazzled as Sam was feeling, this was their biggest account. Brown Athletic was a 20 million dollar account, and this Prada account could be a 200 million dollar account. If they played their cards right.

            “We need, androgynous hot, oozing sexuality, dripping…,” began Brian, his jaw working as he played with his wedding ring.

            “I get it!  Brian, this is LA, we have to be able to find someone, someone who embodies all these ‘fuck me’ qualities.  No fake tits, or botox lips, a real woman.  A chick that men won’t find threatening, someone who straight women will go gay for, and that gay women all want, or have had…,” sighed Sam.  A bottle of water dangled from her fingers, Sam watching as her assistant reloaded her camera with film, and then saved the digital photos on her computer for her.