The Passion Agency, Part 2: Beauty and the Backstreets: The Passion Agency, #2

By Rebecca Lee

Book 2 in the "Passion Agency" series! Every "Passion Agency” book is also available!

Donna "Passion" Casteel was a beautiful woman who felt her beauty slipping away with age. Unable to keep a man, drifting from one meaningless fling to another, her life seemed dull and pointless.

Then a series of unlikely and strange events brought her to the brink of money and fame. She had a million dollar idea but barely enough to cover the rent. She had a boyfriend who was a former pro athlete, but she didn't have love. Worst of all she had nothing to fulfill her wanton naughty desires.

Determined to succeed and to find her dream lover, she reaches deep inside and will accept nothing but the best. Follow her rise from living paycheck to paycheck to the head of one of the world's hottest modeling agencies. Find out just what it means to make it to the top as a woman coming from nowhere.

This is the best of today's hottest erotic romances from Sylvia Day and EL James. "The Passion Agency" is a hot page turner that explores the life of a woman on the rise and going for what her heart desires.

“The Passion Agency” is hot contemporary romance and suspense with mature situations.

• Language: English
• Publisher: John Handy
• Release date: Nov 29, 2014
• ISBN: 9781502294463

Rebecca Lee

Rebecca Lee is a former swimsuit model, and now a successful dating coach for men. She is one of Author John Handy's Attraction Masters and is the author of the Forbidden Attraction Secrets for Men series. Her motto for men having success with her or any other woman they desire: "When we're face to face, if you are bold, fearless, and seek what you want, trust me you have us. Everytime." "A Slave to the Fantasy" is her first fiction series. Rebecca is single and lives in Southern California with her cat  and her beagle.

Book preview

Chapter 1 What I Saw

Chapter 2 Make Things Better

Chapter 3 Long Beach

Chapter 4 Always Get Up

Chapter 5 Rachel Evans

Chapter 6 The Doctor

Chapter 7 Talent

Chapter 8 Compound Success

Chapter 9 Forum Walk

Chapter 10 The Partner

Chapter 11 Shapes and Sizes of Beauty

Chapter 12  Fabulous

Chapter 13 The Show

Chapter 14 Terrific Pain

Chapter 15 Donna in Charge

Chapter 16 Chris and His Super Model

Chapter 17 Ways to An End

Chapter 18 Hot Tubbing

Chapter 19 Hidden Beauty

Chapter 20 The Burden of More

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Chapter 1—What I Saw

Brea never cried and she never felt scared.

Deep down there was something very fundamental she didn’t like about living. That was all she could conclude. She knew her behavior was risky. It was only two men, but she never gave any of it a second thought. It was all a huge game and a big joke she shared with her close friend Lacey.

HIV?

No one even talked about HIV anymore. She’d heard about Magic Johnson from Chris. Chris always said he was basically cured. He’d die of something else Chris told her.

But that wasn’t on Brea’s mind when she got the news. She didn’t doubt it was bad. She figured Magic Johnson had a bunch of money and was able to buy rare medicines she’d never get her hands on.

Brea worried mostly about the fact she wasn’t feeling much of anything. For the first time maybe ever she realized that she didn’t value herself all that much.  The fact that she had become a huge pothead wasn't enough.  Or the fact she had become involved in porn movie level sex fantasies with her married boss. Or the fact she was banging her mom’s boyfriend in her mom’s house.

She wasn’t sensing she hated herself from any of that.

It was that she didn’t feel any great urgency or fear from this news. Initially she was shocked, but that was about it. It didn’t last though.

Brea called the doctor back and said she would like to see the record so she could go get a second opinion. Then she didn’t even bother to follow up for days.

She was part frozen, part indifferent. She was smoking more pot than ever and that stuff sure had a lot to do with it. Her smoking buddy Lacey was one of these potheads that beat the drum for making it legal and claimed it wasn’t addictive. On and on.

Brea could have cared less either way but she laughed at the argument that it wasn’t addictive.

Neither of them could stop for even a day without some serious help. To Brea, that is an addiction.

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Brea didn’t even tell Professor Bronsky the one man she was sleeping with. She did tell Chris, the man she was sleeping with before. She knew him well and cared for him like a brother. At one point, deep down she never felt more loved than when he’d come to her when she’d get home from school and he’d want to be with her.

It was energy, excitement, and a form of power she couldn’t remember ever experiencing. She still wished it hadn’t ended.

But that day when she made it into her mom’s room and checked out her mom’s diary, she knew what love really was. They had an amazing moment just in the last week and Brea did have a passion now. It was to give back to her mom and help her reach her ambitions.

Brea was short on awareness but definitely not short on empathy.

I received a bad report from doctor, she said when she called Chris a couple days after getting word from Loyola. It affects you. Or it might.

Shit, shit, shit, Chris said like he was being put out from his busy and vitally important existence. You are going to do an abortion right?

It’s not that kind of report, he said. I have the virus HIV that goes with AIDS. I read I should tell my partners so they can get tested.

Chris went silent on the other end.

Are you ok? he asked in a very rare act of caring for someone other than Chris.

It spoke to how potentially dangerous this situation was in his mind.

Yeah, Brea said casually. I haven’t worried. I suppose if I think of it, I might start worrying. I haven’t thought of it much.

When did you find out? Chris asked.

Couple days ago, she said. I’d been tired. Not feeling my best. Different. Hard to explain. Been doing a dump truck load of weed. Thank God for that.

She stopped short of saying much more. She didn’t know Chris to be the type to care. She  frankly was surprised Chris asked any question about her well-being. She wondered why, as the conversation quickly lost steam.

The ill feeling she got soon after they hung up was from how disconnected she was with a person she felt so connected with on so many occasions.

The feeling of being HIV positive seemed small in comparison to seeing how unbelievably fleeting real connection with other people could be.

She vowed the next morning she would talk to her mom. Brea had great confidence she would help in her some way.

As the moments passed since the phone call, Brea was feeling less and less comfortable with adopting the strategy of doing nothing and letting it just ride.

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Professor Bronsky received the video sent directly to his computer. It was the same video sent to Donna Casteel.  He knew it was explicit enough to cost him his marriage and probably his job.

It was Monday night, the same day Brea got her news from Loyola. She hadn’t been scheduled to work, but he was needing a night away from  their anyways. He needed to think.

His first priority was making sure none of this got out. He laid back in his chair with his hands behind his head, much the same way he did when he was sizing up the wispy but sexy Brea Casteel as she tempted him with his favorite naughty student fantasy.

He loved the look, feel, and smell of young women. Brea was not the first but she was definitely one of his favorites. This was the first time that his inability to control himself and behave professionally and responsibly looked to seriously threaten his livelihood.

There was this video and it was from a source he couldn’t identify. He would find out later it was a student, but at this point he was flying blind. He would stop the fucking right now.

Until the next girl.

He sent back a simple email to the sender of the video it read:

What do you want? Let’s talk about that.

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Donna laid in bed most of the rest of that Monday morning. She kicked Paul out but she did so politely. Or so she thought. She really couldn’t remember.

She couldn’t remember a lot of some important events after she fell into a sleep while conducting business with the doctor in Compton. The most important event was apparently seeking out a hobo, bringing him back to her place, and screwing.

The act didn’t trouble her nearly as much as not knowing anything about how it took place.

It was noon and she jumped online to check her email and her messages on YouTube. She saw with delight a response from Rachel Evans. She knew it was living life back on her heels to be so wrapped up in the approval of an obscure teenager from the Midwest. She felt like she needed someone she could share the big idea with.

She had confidence she could sell it but only after she could get more confidence that she understood it.

She tapped the inbox