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I make my way across the room to Clark, gingerly stepping over the long, black cables crisscrossing like snakes across the center of the room as I go. The apartment is actually pretty nice and I wonder why they even need a stager for it.
It’s clean with hard wood floors and plain beige walls. I want to look around but I should probably check in with Clark or whoever is in charge before I do.
“Hey, I’m Izzy,” I say and the guy barely glances up at me.
“The fluffer,” he says, checking something off on his phone.
“Yep.”
He glances up then, his eyes running over me with interest. I’ve never been a small girl. My waist has always been a solid size sixteen, if not higher. My strawberry blonde hair is probably my nicest feature and I take great care to make sure that it’s always brushed and braided.
When Clark’s eyes continue to catalogue me, I try not to shiver or step back from his stare. For the first time I start to feel a wisp of unease. My gut is telling me that I shouldn’t be here, that it’s a mistake. His beady eyes feel like spiders on my skin and I clear my throat, trying to get his attention off of my body. His hazel eyes meet mine.
“We’re about to start,” Clark says, dismissing me and going back to his phone.
I nod, relieved to be able to make my escape. I’ll have to do my best to avoid him today. My eyes dart to the door and I swallow hard.
Maybe I should just leave. Something doesn’t feel right here.
I need the money, I remind myself as I head to the back wall and try to become invisible. I’ll spend a few hours here, get paid, and then go home. I can do this.
“Alright everyone! It’s time to get started. Quiet on the set! Places please!” Clark calls and I set my purse down on the floor by the door before I turn back to get my assignment.
Wait. Set?
I’m expecting him to tell me to start in the living room by making sure that everything is in place and clean. Instead, when I turn around, I come face to face with two naked men and one of the women stripping off her clothes as well.
My mouth drops open and I can feel my face turning as red as a tomato. I’m not sure where to look or how to process what I’m seeing. Two more guys in black t-shirts are stepping forward and moving the coffee table back as the cameraman steps behind the camera in the corner.
“What the hell is going on here?”
It takes me a second to realize that someone actually said that out loud because it was exactly what I was thinking at that moment.
I turn, my mouth dropping open even more when I see the giant man standing in the doorway next to me. His black hair is brushed back from his forehead and a little ruffled from the wind or maybe his fingers running through it.
“Relax,” Clark says, rolling his eyes, but I can see it.
He’s nervous. He’s scared of this man.
That should scare me too, but seeing him seems to calm me. I know that I’m safe with him here.
That’s crazy. You need to get out of here before things get even weirder.
“Everyone, get out!” The man snaps and my spine straightens at his order.
An unfamiliar tingle skates down my back and I swallow hard. He’s glaring across the room at Clark and I sidestep, not wanting to be on the other end of his anger.
My movement seems to have caught his attention though and he turns, his bright green eyes locking on me.
I gulp as we stare at each other and desire like I’ve never felt before slides hot and sticky into my belly as we continue to lock eyes.
“Davis, you can’t do this!” Clark snaps and I look away. “This is my place! You can’t boss me around!”
My purse is by the man’s feet. I glance at it and then the door, debating if I should just leave it. It seems like the best option right now, but it has my wallet in it. I need the money in there so I need to grab it. Then I can get the heck out of here.
Maise is going to have so much to say when I tell her about today…
I swallow hard as I crouch down to grab it. I just need to get my things and then I can get out of here. I’ll examine my reaction to the big man once I’m safely back at home.
