“Miss Hart,” Deborah cuts me off. “What did I hire you to do?”
“Take photos,” I answer in a small voice.
“Photos of who?”
“Celebrities,”
“Precisely. And why do I hire people to take photos of celebrities?” she asks.
“Because photography is art?” I ask.
“Because the personal lives of rich people sell magazines, Miss Hart. You moving in with one of the hottest models on the planet is one of the best things that could have happened to us. Sure, people like fresh meat like Jett Navarro and Luca Ramos, but they’re amateurs. Zane Calloway is seasoned, and ever since he settled down, he’s been hotter than ever. Women want what they can’t have, Miss Hart. And thanks to you, no one can have Zane Calloway. Unless…”
“Unless what?” I dare to ask.
“Unless the woman sharing a bed with him shares a glimpse of what it’s like to be you.” Deborah smiles, but now I’m the one who’s not amused.
“I just don’t think–”
“Exactly. Don’t think. Use that camera to get me some photos of your new beau, photos that will have the world gasping and swooning. Take pictures of everything people do when they have nothing better to do than drool over men they can’t have, or you can say goodbye to the camera. And your job.”
Chapter 13
Zane
“What up, big dog?!”One of the guys calls out as soon as I walk in the door. I smile and nod in response, though I’m honestly pretty surprised everyone is acting the way they are. It’s not just him. Everyone I pass is hooting and fist bumping me.
As I make my way through, Cal appears and falls into step with me.
“What’s the occasion?” I ask under my breath while supplying people with nods and salutes and fist bumps.
“I take it you haven’t seen the latest photos?” he grins and my smile fades.
“Latest photos?” I ask. “You mean there’s more?”
“Nothing wild, don’t worry,” he insists, but I’m not convinced. I pull my phone out and, sure enough, there’s my name. But the photo isn’t of me. It’s Ashlyn. Just Ashlyn. A photo I was unaware was taken because I was unaware she was in the position for it to be taken.
“Listen, I’m not trying to get up in that, but damn dude, what most of us wouldn’t give to get up in that.”
Normally I’d be snapping right now, but I’m too busy gaping. Because the photo is of Ashlyn, in a bikini, sunbathing next to my pool. I take a screenshot and send it to her.
Zane: What’s this all about?
I wait a moment before my phone dings. It doesn’t take long.
Ashlyn: It’s called tanning. I would think a man of your profession would know that.
Cute. Not.
Zane: I’m aware of what you’re doing. I want to know when the photo was taken?
Ashlyn: How should I know? I didn’t take it.
I clench my teeth together.
“Everything okay over there?” Cal asks.
“I don’t love that we are being spied on,” I say.
