Free College Weekend by R.L. Stine Page B

approached her with the powder. “I’ll do it,” he said.
    This feels really weird, she thought as Chris dabbed her face. His eyes burned into hers as he worked, but she felt as though he were no longer looking at her, Tina Rivers. He was looking at her as if she were his creation.
    From her fashion magazines she knew that Rob Roberts pampered his models during the photo shoots. He acted like their best friend. Then, after a big job was finished, he spent weeks on his yacht without talking to anyone. Only his cats.
    Weirdness must run in the family, Tina told herself.
    â€œPerfect,” Chris said, stepping back. “Brush out your hair and let it hang loose. In the closet behind you are some outfits. Why don’t we start with the red miniskirt and white crop top? And put on the red heels, okay?”
    â€œWhatever you say,” Tina replied.
    â€œSee you in a minute.” Chris strode quickly from the bathroom.
    Tina slid open the closet door. Along with the outfit Chris suggested, she saw several bodysuits, hip-hugger jeans, a gorgeous silk blouse. And half a dozen expensive-looking evening gowns.
    Wow! she thought. Where did he get all these great clothes?
    These are exactly what I’d buy at Dalby’s in Shadyside. If I could afford to shop there.
    She flipped through the dresses. Size six. Size six. Size six. Her size.
    Helps to have money, she thought. Chris must go out and buy outfits all his models.
    She changed quickly. A full-lenght mirror hung on the back of the door. She twirled around in front of it.
    I can’t believe how perfectly everything fits, she thought. Josh would love me in this outfit. Maybe I can buy it from Chris.
    The music changed to something she’d never heard before. She wondered what group it was.
    â€œReady?” Chris called out over the pounding music.
    Tina opened the door. Chris stood at the camera, a serious expression on his face. He wore his glasses again.
    â€œWhere do you want me?” she asked shyly.
    â€œSit in the love seat and turn your head away from the fan.”
    Tina did as he said. The fan blew her hair. The bright light felt hot on her face.
    Chris began clicking the shutter. Over and over.
    â€œGive me a dreamy look,” Chris said briskly. He pulled the camera off the tripod and moved closer to Tina. He lowered himself to his knees. “Cross your legs. Now look pouty.”
    His expression intense, he moved closer.
    He’s really into this, she thought. I hope I’m doing a good job.
    â€œPut your fingers to your lips,” he ordered. “As if you’re trying to remember something.”
    He clicked the shutter several more times.
    â€œGive me an
angry
expression.” Chris emphasized the word
angry.
    That’s easy, Tina thought. She pictured Carla. She bit down on her lower lip. Carla better be on her way to pick up the guys.
    â€œNow show me you’re in love,” Chris demanded. He gazed at her through the lens.
    Tina thought of Josh. Of his warm smile and thick, wavy hair. And his silly jokes that always cracked her up.
    â€œDidn’t you hear me?” Chris persisted. “I said you’re in love. Give me more … more feeling. More!”
    â€œI’m trying,” she murmured.
    Sweat trickled down Tina’s face. Her hair blew into her eye. She wanted to scratch her cheek. But she knew she couldn’t.
    â€œNo good.” Chris sighed, setting the camera down. “You’re starting to sweat.”
    He strode toward the bathroom and came back with the powder and two sodas. “Here.” He sat down next to her on the love seat.
    She took a swallow of the soda, then reached for the powder.
    â€œI’ll do it.” Chris dabbed the powder on her forehead and cheeks. His hand lingered a second too long.
    This is creepy, she thought.
    She felt his eyes burn into hers. He leaned closer.
    Tina glanced away. Please don’t try to kiss me.
    â€œI guess