Page 165 of Off Limits Mogul

He places them with care over my ears and adjusts them.

He gives me two thumbs up.

I nod.

I must admit, I’m a little giddy now.

I search the studio and find Rhys standing to the side, arms crossed over his wide chest. His eyes shine with something I can’t quite describe.Admiration?

I blush.

Flint claps. “Are we ready, people?”

With the headphones on, his voice isn’t as piercing.

A collective‘yes and ready’float around the room.

“I need to see, people.” Flint snaps his fingers.

Bright lights spark in front of me.

Blinded, I blink and shield my eyes with my hand.

“Christian.” Flint points to a guy wearing a purple shirt with a floral print. “Video?”

“We’re rolling,” Christian says.

“We’re good to go.” Flint approaches me. “Jimmy, I need you to remove the headphones for a minute.”

The photographer’s assistant does as he’s told, placing them around my neck.

“Let me set the stage,” Flint says. “You’re listening tothatsong.”

I frown my confusion as I lean forward. “Um… which song are we talking about?”

“Oh, I can’t tell you that because it’syoursong.” He points at me. “Notmysong.” He points to his chest. “Mine would be very different.”

Could he be more cryptic?

“It’s the song that touchesyoursoul. But because you’re listening to it with your brand new SCORE Yours headphones, melodic nuances you’ve never heard before come pouring through and cut even deeper because the bass is badass.”

Was that English?

“I thought I was supposed to sit here, and you were going totake photos,” I say. “I’m not trying to be a smart ass. I’m unsure of what you expect of me.”

I look to Rhys for support.

He doesn’t intervene.

“I don’t want another pretty face,” Flint says. “I want your pretty face to tell a story.”

I tilt my head to the side.

“Let me explain what I mean.” I guess thoughts carry. “I want feelings. I want emotions,” he says in a soft voice. Since stepping into his studio, this is the first time he’s not shouting. “When the photos hit the internet, I want people to be so enthralled, so moved, they’ll be compelled to drop everything to figure out how to get their hands on a pair of SCORE Yours. This is the spice that was missing from their mundane lives. I want these photos to create a frenzy. Pandemonium, even.”

That’s a tall order.

“Okay.” I nod.