I really need this job, but I signed on to play Santa’s Helper for the whole season. Leslie Trace Brooks owns that freakin’ mall—I can’t just leave them high and dry! It might ruin any chance I have getting my big break!” Vivi batted her fake eyelashes at Mikki, completely forgetting Mikki was immune to her friend’s charms. But then, the vivacious blonde often forgot to turn off the sex appeal went it came to getting something she wanted. It really was too bad. Vivi was a genuinely intelligent woman—she just tended to use what was easiest, which was her sexuality. Mikki didn’t blame her; her friend was absolutely gorgeous, with naturally blonde, curly locks that fell to the middle of her back, big aqua eyes and a kind, giving heart. Tall, lithe, and tightly stacked, Vivi turned many a head, even in the land where beautiful blondes came a dime a dozen. It was annoying that Vivi was using her usual tactics now. Like Mikki would really say no. First of all, Mikki really needed the money, as Vivi well knew.
