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Are You Afraid Of The Dark :: Sheldon Sidney
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CHAPTER 6
Paris, France
KELLY HARRIS WAS a roman candle that had explodedinto the world of fashion. She was in her late twenties, an African-American with skin the color of melted honey and a face that was a photographer's dream. She had intelligent soft brown eyes, sensual full lips, lovely long legs, and a figure filled with erotic promise. Her dark hair was cut short in deliberate dishabille, with a few strands sprawling across her forehead. Earlier that year, the readers of Elle and Mademoiselle magazines had voted Kelly the Most Beautiful Model in the World.
As she finished dressing, Kelly looked around the penthouse, feeling, as always, a sense of wonder. The apartment was spectacular. It was on the exclusive Rue St.-Louis-en-Elle, in the Fourth Arrondissenient of Paris. The apartment had a double-door entry that opened into an elegant hall with high ceilings and soft yellow wall panels, and the living room was furnished with an eclectic mixture of French and Regency furniture. From the terrace, across the Seine, was a view of Notre-Dame.
Kelly was looking forward to the coming weekend. Mark was going to take her out for one of his surprise treats.
I want you to get all dressed up, honey. You 're going to love where we're going.
Kelly smiled to herself. Her husband was the most wonderful man in the world.
Kelly glanced at her wristwatch and sighed. I had better get moving, she thought. The show starts in half an hour. A few moments later, she left the apartment, heading down the hallway toward the elevator. As she did so, the door of a neighboring apartment opened and Madame Josette Lapointe came out into the corridor.
A small butterball of a woman, she always had a friendly word for Kelly.
"Good afternoon, Madame Harris." Kelly smiled. "Good afternoon, Madame Lapointe." "You're looking beautiful, as always." "Thank you." Kelly pressed the button for the elevator.
A dozen feet away, a burly man in work clothes was adjusting a wall fixture. He glanced at the two women, then quickly turned his head.
"How is the modeling going?" Madame Lapointe asked.
"Very well, thank you." "I must come and see you in one of your fashion shows soon." "I'll be happy to arrange it anytime." The elevator arrived, and Kelly and Madame Lapointe stepped inside. The man in work clothes pulled out a small walkie-talkie, spoke hurriedly into it, and rapidly walked away.
As the elevator door started to close, Kelly heard the telephone ring in her apartment. She hesitated.
She was in a hurry, but it could be Mark calling.
"You go ahead," she said to Madame Lapointe.
CHAPTER 6
Paris, France
KELLY HARRIS WAS a roman candle that had explodedinto the world of fashion. She was in her late twenties, an African-American with skin the color of melted honey and a face that was a photographer's dream. She had intelligent soft brown eyes, sensual full lips, lovely long legs, and a figure filled with erotic promise. Her dark hair was cut short in deliberate dishabille, with a few strands sprawling across her forehead. Earlier that year, the readers of Elle and Mademoiselle magazines had voted Kelly the Most Beautiful Model in the World.
As she finished dressing, Kelly looked around the penthouse, feeling, as always, a sense of wonder. The apartment was spectacular. It was on the exclusive Rue St.-Louis-en-Elle, in the Fourth Arrondissenient of Paris. The apartment had a double-door entry that opened into an elegant hall with high ceilings and soft yellow wall panels, and the living room was furnished with an eclectic mixture of French and Regency furniture. From the terrace, across the Seine, was a view of Notre-Dame.
Kelly was looking forward to the coming weekend. Mark was going to take her out for one of his surprise treats.
I want you to get all dressed up, honey. You 're going to love where we're going.
Kelly smiled to herself. Her husband was the most wonderful man in the world.
Kelly glanced at her wristwatch and sighed. I had better get moving, she thought. The show starts in half an hour. A few moments later, she left the apartment, heading down the hallway toward the elevator. As she did so, the door of a neighboring apartment opened and Madame Josette Lapointe came out into the corridor.
A small butterball of a woman, she always had a friendly word for Kelly.
"Good afternoon, Madame Harris." Kelly smiled. "Good afternoon, Madame Lapointe." "You're looking beautiful, as always." "Thank you." Kelly pressed the button for the elevator.
A dozen feet away, a burly man in work clothes was adjusting a wall fixture. He glanced at the two women, then quickly turned his head.
"How is the modeling going?" Madame Lapointe asked.
"Very well, thank you." "I must come and see you in one of your fashion shows soon." "I'll be happy to arrange it anytime." The elevator arrived, and Kelly and Madame Lapointe stepped inside. The man in work clothes pulled out a small walkie-talkie, spoke hurriedly into it, and rapidly walked away.
As the elevator door started to close, Kelly heard the telephone ring in her apartment. She hesitated.
She was in a hurry, but it could be Mark calling.
"You go ahead," she said to Madame Lapointe.