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“Well?”
“Well, what?” I frown as his agitation continues to ramp up, and the distance between us seems to evaporate, although neither of us has moved. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“I was over at Gavin’s house tonight, which is why I was late, and Kameron told Layla he’d do the shoot with you.”
“I’m not doing anything with him. Let alone a nearly naked photo shoot. Besides, Layla likes him.” Shit. I cringe after divulging information I have no business sharing with anyone, especially with Cole, who works with him.
Why did Connor pair us together? This is a shitshow. “Forget I said that. I don’t know that to be true. She’s not said it, but I…. Never mind.”
“I won’t say anything to him.” He cups my shoulder, sending my head spinning as I inhale the scent of his cologne. Lemon and some kind of wood. I love how he smells. It makes me want to climb his 6’3” frame and purr like a horny kitten as I rub all over him.
I understand exactly why Tessa was drooling on him and shooting her shot. I swallow hard over the dryness in my throat in a valiant attempt to fight off the urge to do something I’ll regret.
I’m like family to him. And I come with four brothers who would hate us together. And he’d die before touching me. The one time he accidentally embraced me my senior year–it was dark, and he had no idea who was walking down the hall behind him when he wrapped his arms around me and pulled me close. Before I could say anything, the lights flashed on, and he fled the house. That was the last time I saw him for two months.
“Besides….” He shrugs and drops his arm to his side. The instant he drops his hand, I shiver, already missing the connection. “I think he likes her also.”
“I hope so.” I frown as worry settles on my shoulders for my friend. I’m vacillating between hoping they get together and worrying that they will. She deserves someone who treats her like a queen, but is Kameron the kind of guy who will? Probably not. He’s only going to be here until Roman returns. And then what? “Although, he’s from out of town and probably won’t stay, so maybe it would be best if they didn’t see each other.”
“Yeah.” He steps back, putting space between us that hadn’t been there since he first joined me in the raffle stand. The initial chill that developed when his hand left my shoulder increases like an arctic breeze flowing over an iceberg. “So you wouldn’t want to do the photo shoot with him if he offered?”
“No.” I wrinkle my nose. “I don’t know anything about him and wouldn’t be comfortable doing those types of poses with someone I don’t know. Especially in front of Layla when she’s interested in him.”
“Have you done couples shots before?” His eyes bore into mine until the cold is gone, and my armpits are sweating. “BDSM, specifically?”
“No.” I lick my lips as a young couple approaches us. “Not those kinds of images.”
“We’ll take 15.” The man wraps his arm around the girl’s shoulders and kisses her forehead. “When will the numbers be announced?”
The girl settles against his chest, and irritation flows through me. These kids are a happy couple and probably no older than 19, and I’m stuck in a perpetual wasteland of drought. I probably have dust in my vagina at this point.
“At the end of the third quarter.” Cole hands them their tickets after collecting the money.
“Thanks.” The guy smirks. “Be sure to call our number. We want to fly to Vegas for the weekend and stay at a fancy casino hotel.”
“Right. Sure.” Cole sends them off on their way and returns his attention to me. “Don’t do it.”
My back snaps tight as I roll my shoulders back. “Why?”
“Because….” He clears his throat. “It’s inappropriate.”
Fuck it. His reason for me not doing the photo shoot seems to snap the last thread of my hold on reality. “I’m going to do it.”
“With whom?” His eyes flash with anger.
“Whoever I can find.” I might as well do it because I’m tired of men telling me what I’m allowed and not allowed to do. Especially when I’m an adult woman who can make her own decisions.
“Wrong answer. Your brothers would snap if some guy they didn’t know had his hands all over your ass.”
“It’s not a big deal. It’s a professional photo shoot.” The crowd boos as something on the field goes against our team. Normally, I’d be paying attention to the game but with Cole giving me the third degree and telling me what I can and can’t do, I don’t have the capability to monitor both activities.
“And you want some creep dry humping you?”
“Some creep isn’t going to dry hump me.” I wave my hands in the air in front of me. “And so what if he does? I’m an adult.”
“Bullshit.” He rotates his shoulders and licks his lips. “I’ll do it.”
“You’ll do what?” I blink, and realization hits. I can’t exhale. The breath I sucked down is stuck in my lungs like an anvil sitting on my chest. He can’t mean it, can he?
