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"Juliet Quinn," the name tasted forgien but oh so intruiging, almost as intruiging as the beautiful blonde standing before him - a frown on her face telling him he would have to work his charms on this one,
"pleased to make your aquaintance." he smiled, lifting her hand to his puckered mouth.
She quickly pulled her hand back from underneath his lips, aggresively rubbing the back of her hand off on her dark denim jeans.
"I'd say it's the exact opposite." she sighed, her fingers now working on her temple, willing the oncoming headache to stay far-far away.
"Look," she sighed once more, her emerald green eyes lifting up to meet his grey ones, "I am not here to try and make you feel something that I quite frankly don't believe in. I'm here to fill a slot - an extra if you must. So please, please don't give me a God dammed ring."
Her words had him taken back.
Here before him stood probably the only woman who hadn't fallen to her knees at the sight of him, and oh how he wished he could store her in a glass cabinet like a bottle of old wine, one that was too as beautiful and rare a sight as the woman before him.
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Meet Juliet Quinn, a 22 year old stylist, embarking on what was thought to be the job of a life time as a stylist on an upcoming reality show
where 13 women from around the world travel to the beautiful island of Namarac, to get to know the years most eligable bachelor and hopefully find love..
When one of the women back out at the last minute, Juliet is given an ultimatum - fill in the empty slot for the first season of the show and in return book a 2 year styling contract with the show or forfeit the job of her dreams..
Always the overachiever, Juliet quickly agrees and finds herself in a rather awkward and challenging situation.. one that this years bachelor Jaze Brempton, just can't let her out of..