I took a moment to reflect. Arguably the most famous performer in the entire world was in front of me, wearing a striped bathing suit so brief and body-hugging that it was easy to imagine the rest. But I didn't do that, because I was a professional, here to con this man. I barely noticed that his wavy black hair had a wild and wet look that caught the sunlight just right. And I didn't pay any attention to his incredibly handsome face, chiseled and sharp, with full lips that screamed to be kissed. I also didn't spend any time staring at his spectacular build, and I paid no attention to his muscular arms and legs, his breathtaking torso, or the trail of hair diving suggestively below the waistband of his swim trunks. Yes, I was as calm as a fan girl could be, sitting in the front row of an Alejandro concert. At least I wasn't screaming his name.

And just to add even more hotness to this scene, the iconic Ivory Doe was sitting in a nearby chair, chatting away. Her little black dress gave new meaning to the notion of "little," showing off every inch of her long legs and challenging her ample bust to remain covered. I felt like I was on the set of a porn movie.

Ivory owned the action here by the pool. She directed everyone, from Alejandro to the lighting people, posing Alejandro while consulting her notes. From her perch near the Lord of Rock and Roll, she was a blur of motion.

Alejandro, by contrast, was barely moving. He sprawled on his back with his eyes closed, seeming to be asleep. But he occasionally spoke to Ivory in response to something she said, which proved he was less inert than he appeared. I even saw him reach for his phone at one point, and after that, he took a sip from a drink on the table. But he always laid back down when he was done. The man seemed tired.

George and I watched this scene for a few minutes, then George broke in. "Ivory, are you done yet? Alejandro has an appointment now."

She ignored George and turned to Alejandro for an answer. "Are we done, baby? I've got enough for a smashing article."

Alejandro chuckled. "We're well done." He took another sip from his drink and sank back down into the lounge.

"Strike it!" she barked, causing everyone around her to change direction. Then she ran a hand up Alejandro's arm. "Got to run now, doll-meeting my editor for tea. But don't worry. . ." She smiled and gave him an exaggerated wink. "I'll be back at midnight." She stood up, straightened her skirt, and walked away. Behind her, wires got coiled up, umbrellas came down, and everything got hauled off.




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