Lord and Master Trilogy by Jagger Kait

Author:Jagger, Kait
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Kait Jagger
Published: 2017-03-19T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter Eleven

‘I hate him,’ Luna silently repeated to herself for what felt like the umpteenth time as Mika Salonen lifted his index finger to her from the middle of Malcolm’s field. Mika wasn’t much of a talker, she had found, but he had other ways of communicating his needs.

Hoisting herself over the metal gate separating the field from Malcolm’s yard, Luna squelched across the apron of mud surrounding the entrance. She passed a quartet of cavorting black lambs and a gaggle of ‘team Mika’ members – his stylist, a make-up artist and lighting person – moving to where Mika stood talking to his two models. In English, for within twenty-four hours of arriving on Shetland that Monday, Salonen decided he was unhappy with the well-groomed Swedish male model hired for the shoot, whom he replaced with a local trawlerman, a regular at the Fisherman’s Rest.

‘Mer verkligt,’ he’d said to an alarmed Dagmar when she questioned this move – ‘More real.’ Indeed, Luna could see the grime underneath the trawlerman’s fingernails as he lifted a hand-rolled cigarette to his mouth and nodded at some instruction from Salonen. But she took the Finn’s point; with his black curly hair, artful stubble and grey eyes, the fisherman – Sean was his name – was definitely attractive, and very real.

As was his new Svengali. At five foot ten, Salonen wasn’t much taller than Luna, but what he lacked in stature he made up for in presence; his spiky white-blond hair, permanently aloof demeanour and casually distressed style, as evidenced by the battered, form-fitting leather jacket he was wearing now.

It was difficult to tell his age purely by looking at him, though Luna knew from his website that he was twenty-nine. He looked both older and younger. Older because of the lines around his eyes that crinkled on the rare occasions when he smiled, as well as a slight scar on his forehead that interrupted the line of his left eyebrow. And younger because, well, because Mika Salonen was fit, and he knew it.

As was his wont, Salonen ignored Luna when she came to stand next to him. He was holding his camera, a Logmar S-8, in one hand and gesturing with the other toward the beautiful blond female model, Britta.

‘Don’t look at her,’ he was saying. ‘Let her do the looking.’ The stylist stepped forward while Salonen was talking, quickly running a brush along the black wool coat Sean was wearing – the long version of the Lundgren coat – which fit him like a glove.

Luna, meanwhile, stood in silence, awaiting her orders. She’d been doing this a lot over the past four days, having become Salonen’s dogsbody and unofficial chauffeur, since he preferred not to drive but instead take in his surroundings, whether they be the peat bogs of central Shetland or the coastal approach to the Fisherman’s Rest, his de facto office and base for his support team for the duration of the shoot. At first she’d found it unnerving, driving with

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