Model Perfect Passion

Being with Billie was an unexpected pleasure. She was lovely to look at, of course, but so were all the women he dated. There was something else fueling the attraction he was feeling for her. It was beyond the sexual pull that was the norm at the beginning of a new conquest, although he was feeling the familiar primal stirring as he looked at her flawless, animated face. There was something unusual about Billie Phillips. She was obviously bright, as evidenced by her intelligent conversation. She asked a lot of questions about real estate and that alone set her apart. He couldn’t remember a woman who’d prepared herself so well for a first date. Yes, Billie’s essence was holding his interest. It was a unique experience for Jason, but he rather liked it. He had to force himself to pay more attention to the words that were coming out of her mouth than the juicy temptation of her lips.

“Have you done much work with rehabbed houses?” Billie asked.

Jason gave her an indulgent smile. “By rehabbed I assume you mean flipped houses? Not really.” His smile turned condescending as he elaborated. “The real-estate business is getting flooded with naive amateurs who watch those little television shows about flipping houses and think they’re going to get rich quick by buying a few old houses, fixing them up in a few weeks and selling them for a huge profit. It just doesn’t happen like that in the real world and most of them end up losing their shirts.”

Billie didn’t reply at once, which gave Jason another opportunity to take in her fresh, natural beauty.

“I still can’t believe you’ve stopped modeling. You have the kind of classic beauty that would’ve carried you for another twenty years in the business. Why in the world would you walk away from a great career like that?”

This time her response was immediate. “I modeled to make money to fund my future and my passion. Now I’m going to pursue my passion,” she said with an intense flash in her eyes.

Jason leaned toward her over the table. He propped his head in his hand and asked, “And what would that passion be?”

“Rehabbing houses,” was her terse, dry reply.