"Jason, good to see you," a middle-aged man in an atrociously fashionable outfit burst into the room, heading straight to Jason.
"Julien," Jason nodded with a smile as he took Julien's outstretched hand for a handshake.
"And this must be mademoiselle Adele, my new muse, she's exactly what I imagined," Julien muttered, giving Adele a once-over, his eyes lingering on her curves, but his eyes had no hint of lust in them.
It was just like he was admiring a marionette and how his masterpiece would fit onto it. His eyes were feeding his brain which was doing the calculations.
"Freya, quick, take her to the fitting room. Bring us some wine when you're coming back," Julien gave orders sharply to the receptionist, who swiftly acted, leading Adele out of the room.
