She looked gor geous, and she was surrounded by several guys from Covers, who were gazing at her with fascination. She was wearing a gold bikini top with a long gold skirt and tiny gold sandals. Her bare skin gleamed like copper in the light of the torches, and Carla could understand why the guys were so attentive. Vera’s black hair fell past her shoulders in a shower of shim mering waves, and the gold bracelets on her arms made her look like an exotic Gypsy princess. “She makes you feel undressed, doesn’t she?” Linda shook her head in disgust. “She told us all to dress casually on purpose, so she’d look really good. See? There’s Tammy. She’s wearing a denim skirt and a cotton sweater. And there’s Winona over there in shorts and a blouse.” Carla nodded, but she was too busy looking for Michael to pay much attention to what Linda was saying. And then she spotted him, sitting on a stool at the bar, firelight from the torches casting flicker ing shadows across his handsome face.
