Chapter 21

"How are you not his type?"

"Doesn't he date like supermodels and actresses and stuff?"

"And?"

"And I look like neither of those things."

"Girl, have you ever looked at yourself?" Come here. She pulled her off the bed and dragged her over to the mirror. "Look at yourself. You're stunning!"

Faith looked at herself in the mirror. She knew she was pretty; always had been. Her hair fell to her mind back, thick and shiny. Her face was small and oval, her big brown eyes taking up a bit more space than average.

She was beautiful--perhaps cute was a better description. But she was no supermodel, and she knew it.

"You're insane if you think you don't have some effect on him."

"I have never noticed him say or do anything to that effect."

She shrugged. "He may not realize it yet, but I'd say having someone pick you off and drop you off for a job he pays you for is not normal behaviour."

"I think he's just being nice."

She raised her brow. "Sure," she crawled.

Faith sighed. "So what do I do no