Her lips tipped up in amusement, happy to have won the bet with herself.  It was probably the first time she had ever won the silent bet, it was bound to happen eventually, but she still took some satisfaction from getting it right.  Another blush rose along her cheek bones as she spotted the hint of what he was hiding under the cotton shorts.<br/><br/>Her fingers danced along his abs above the waistband of his shorts, enjoying the way his skin responded to her touch, wondering how much the bulge in his shorts had to do with her and how much of it was work.  She gave herself a telling off for thinking about it.  She was here to have fun and if he got off on being paid the exuberate rates she was paying for him who was she to complain as long as she had fun by the end of it.<br/><br/>Another thought popped into her head, if he had recognised her then she was going to have to pretend she was the sophisticated, confident, sexy model he would expect her to be, she glanced up at him a little shyly.    She would have to do something other than skirting her fingers along his chest like some naive teenager.<em>How the hell was she going to pull this off</em>?<br/>