Vile Intentions

part two

Her feet were sore from the walking she had just done but that was the benefits of what she had wanted.
Her carrer.
Niomi had chosen to be a runway model and she had achieved that goal ever since highschool had ended five years ago. She never even thought about university nor schooling. That kind of set up was not for her. Being rail thin, lanky and 5'10 turned out to be advantageous on her side. For long she had hated her lack of curves but as it turned out it had came in handy. The backstage showers were full with other models and she didn't want to talk to them. Making friends was never her thing thus Niomi put on her normal clothes and left for her car. She had always showered at her house.

There she made herself coffee and headed for the shower. Her feet told her to leave the modelling world but the woman needed money. Though she had managed to buy herself a car and house loan free she knew time was nearing for her to quiet. Besides she was getting old, at twenty three she knew her time in the modeling world was nearing an end. Fresh meat was always incoming and she knew saving what she made was a must and thats what she did.
People looked and treated her like a barbie doll especially men with her silver blond hair and model legs and she gave them what they thought she was. She never was one to try and change peoples opinions.

Making her last glass of coffee before retiring to her new novel Niomi switched on the TV. Her heart skipped twice and she felt disappointed in herself.
There on the business channel was her lost love Aruk.
Grown and manly than they last parted. Yes they've passed by one another many a times but he never acknowledged her and neither did she. The two had no reasons for communication but her stupid feelings for the man never parted with her.
Her dating pool was empty and she liked it that way. No man had been able to make her wet her panties and she had stopped looking. Her fingers did just fine.
Deciding not to pry the girl switched channels and later shut off the TV after finishing her coffee. Her bed was comfortable but the sheets were a bit too cold for her liking.
With her glasses on Niomi started her new book of the week.
What she didn't expect was a knock on her door and for the last man she'd expect to be there.