"Yes, Mr. Pillsworth?"
She turned to him, and for a moment Marc couldn't remember what he had started to say.
"Would you help me choose a model, please?" he asked finally. Julie nodded and, together, they crossed to the "Audition" room.
"Raise your skirts, please," said Julie as they entered. Quickly, the girls formed a line and did as they were told. Instantly, Marc's eye was caught by a black skirt at the end of the line, being lifted unnecessarily high. He leaped quickly and caught it just in time.
"Stop that and get out of here," he hissed.
"Not on your life," murmured Toffee acidly. "Any time you go around looking at legs, you'll look at mine—understand?"
"Can't I make you understand that this is a business office?"
"What a business!" Toffee glanced significantly at the line of shapely legs.
"Get out of here!" Marc glanced furtively at Julie.
"I'll make you a deal," replied Toffee sweetly.