Chapter 12 Sam soaked in the tub for over an hour. Her muscles were sore, and her body hurt everywhere.     "Sarah, I know what we're going to do tomorrow morning," Sam said, as she walked out of Sarah's room.  Sarah had woken up a lil while ago, and was flipping through the channels on the TV, trying to find something she could understand.     "What?" she asked Sam, turning off the TV.     "We're going to the spa here in the hotel.  The manager said they have excellent masseuses. And we both need it."     "That sounds like heaven," Sarah said. " What time?"     "Well we need to be in the lobby by noon, so I say seven, which will give us four hours."     "We don't need an hour to get ready, especially if we're going to a spa. I'm sure we'll both end up with different hair styles, and makeovers."     Sam smiled. "Okay, then four and a half hours."     "That's more like it," Sarah replied, nodding. "THen if we're getting up before seven, we'd better go to be at a somewhat decent hour."     "Eleven," Sam said.     "Okay. Do we want a wake up call for six thirty?"     "Sure."     While Sarah made the phone call, Sam wandered out to the balcony.  The sun had set, but the city was still bright.  The Eiffel Tower tried to outshine the stars, and the streets seemed filled with rose colored light, giving the city lights the romantic atmosphere it was famed for.     Sarah ordered dinner after arranging the wake up call, and at eleven, both girls went to bed, looking forward to the next day.       Sam moaned as the man rubbed a sore muscle. "That feels like heaven," she whispered.     The man laughed.     Sarah opened an eye and looked at Sam. "I'm tempted beyond belief to leave Chris."     "I would. For hands like theirs, I definitely would."     Both and laughed.     When they were finished with the massages, they got facials, manicures, and pedicures, then moved to hair stylist.     At eleven fifteen, Sarah emerged from the room, her red hair shoulder length now, and permed. Sam came out a few minutes later with out any noticeable change.   The stylist had just trimmed an inch off the bottom of her hair, and  touched up  her streaks.  They rode the elevator up to their room, still in heaven from the massages.  Sam changed into the dress along with black high heels.     Sarah was in a long purple dress with silver flowers on it and silver sandals.     Justin and George were walking into the hotel lobby as Sam and Sarah stepped from the elevator. Justin walked over to meet them.     "You two look happy," he said, hugging them both. "Having fun?"     "Oh, hell yeah," Sarah replied.  "I don't think I've had this much fun in my entire life."     "Is it the most fun you will ever have?" Justin asked, throwing an arm around her shoulder and around Sam's, and leading them forward.     "I hope not," Sarah said. "I want to have more fun but so far, this is the funest time I've had."     "I can think of a time when you'll have more fun," Justin told her, the sexual undertone of the comment clear.     Sarah smacked him on the head.     "Ouch," Justin said, rubbing his head.     Sam and Sarah laughed.     Justin lead them to where George was waiting.     "George, I'd like to present my two beautiful companions. This." he said, indicating Sarah, "Is Sarah Williams, and this," pointing to Sam, "is Samantha Cameron."     "And why haven't I met these beautiful women before?" George asked, kissing Sarah's hand. "I am George Armand, Miss Williams. Are you in need of a job?"     "Nope," Sarah replied, laughing. "I'm a photographer, and please call me Sarah."     George sighed, then turned to Sam. "And you Miss. Cameron, may I call you by your given name?"     "Of course," Sam said, "Although I prefer Sam. Aren't you going to ask me if I need a job?"     "No Samantha, I am not. I will not ask you if you need a job.  I'm going to offer you a job with me, and if you already have a job, I'll double, triple whatever they're paying you."     "I just quit my job; I'm moving to Florida, so I don't have a job. Why aren't you going to ask me."     "Because, if I ask, there is always a chance you will say no." George smiled determinedly. "And I want, no, need you to come work for me. The way that dress looks on you, the way you carry yourself... You will become one of the world's most sought after models." He sighed happily. "I can see it now. I have the perfect woman for my designs." George turned to Justin. "You were right. I am estastic."     Sam looked at George. "Don't I have a say in whether  or not I work for you?"     "Ah my dear, you have no say in anything. Your destiny has already been decreaded."  He looked at her, his eyes slowly running over her body.  "Besides, would you refuse to work for me, the famous George Armand?"     "Yes, I'm going to school. I want to be able to live with my friends, go on dates, things like that."     "You can. But you will model my clothes too. I don't want to rush you, so you can give m your answer later, when you return to the states. Now enough business. We need food, The french dont' believe in discussing business before eating."     George took Sam's arm and lead the way to the small restaurant in the hotel.     Lunch was fun.  George was charming and witty, making the girls laugh with the stories he told about the fashion shows.  H asked Sarah about her photography and made a mental not to look at her portfolio, and if she was as good as he believed (she was working as a photographer for Jive), hire her to do some shoots.     Sam and Sarah left for England the next day, then went to Spain, Switzlerland, Italy, Greece, and other places.  Both girls did tons of shopping, sight seeing, and checking out guys.  They had loads of fun.  Sam got the call she was waiting for while in England. Her mother then sent the package via air mail.