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“I’ll talk about anything you want,” he says, casually leaning against the table and folding his arms across his chest. “You’re Caleb’s sister. I’ll do anything to help you out. So my accessory room is your playground this afternoon. Let’s freaking have fun with it.”
I love that he said that. I’m about to comment on it when my brain clicks in on the way he’s casually leaning against the display case, the jewellery he’s wearing shown off against his inked skin.
“Wait! Can you stay just like that for a moment? Same position, do not move?” I ask.
He quirks a brow. “Um, okay, but why?”
“You are in a money-shot position,” I say excitedly, retrieving my phone from my tote. “I could use this picture on social and as the cover on video content.”
“True. Girls love the ink. And watches.”
“They totally love both,” I confirm.
“Do you want me to give you a moody vibe?” Xavier teases.
“Ooh, give me the look you get before you put the visor down,” I challenge as I put down my tote and start snapping some pictures.
He begins to laugh. “Okay, but hold on, I have to visualise being in the car.” Xavier takes a moment, then that steely look appears in his hazel eyes.
“Perfect!” I say excitedly. Damn, he’s so photogenic and fit—they’re all good.
“Do you want a brow quirk? Or wait, let me lean back with my palms on the glass behind me. That’s a good shot. You can get the ink on my hands, too.”
Xavier rearranges himself and gives me an easy smile. He’s right. It IS a good shot, and the tattoos spreading across his hands and knuckles are hot.
“You’re so much easier to work with than Caleb,” I tell him. “My brother just hates this stuff.”
“Yeah, but one pain in the ass out of three subjects isn’t bad,” Xaver says thoughtfully. “Because I bet Clark was fun to work with.”
I feel my face begin to grow warm as I think of my day shooting Mason. How I was excited and nervous to be in such close quarters with him. The sexual chemistry was off the charts between us. “Yes,” I manage to say. “Mason was easy.”
Xavier studies me in a way I don’t like. I look down at my phone, reviewing the shots I’ve just taken, and damn it, I can still feel his eyes on me.
He finally straightens from his pensive slouch. “Can I see them?”
“Sure,” I say. “They turned out really good. You have such a good energy on camera.”
Xavier stands next to me, and I swipe through the photos so we can look at them. But then I swipe one too far, and it’s a picture I took of Mason.
IN BED. AFTER WE HAD SEX.
Mason is leaning against the headboard, the white sheet pulled up to his hips, his hair messed and lips swollen. It’s definitely a post-sex look, and XAVIER WILLIAMS IS STARING AT IT.
“Oh my God!” I cry, frantically swiping at the phone to get out of the app. I’m so anxious, I fumble, dropping it on the floor. “Shit!”
Xavier roars with laughter and retrieves it for me. “Well, well, well, I guess we know Mason’s seat is secure for the time being,” he says, handing me the phone with a smirk on his lips.
Panic grips me. “Xavier. Please. You can’t tell anybody you saw that. Please.”
“Catherine, do you think I’m a complete asshole? I wouldn’t do that to you. But you’re hooking up with Clark? You picked your brother’s teammate, the driver who works for your family? I think you live more on the edge than I do.”
Oh my God, I want to die. “No, not hooking up! Dating. We’re together.”
Xavier’s eyes light up, almost looking greener than brown now. “Ooh, secret relationship?”
“Sorta,” I say, still mortified. “Caleb knows. So do my parents. But we’re keeping it on the down low for now.”
A look of recognition passes over Xavier’s face, and the playful, teasing expression is replaced by a serious one. “Gotcha,” he says quietly. “And your family is okay with you dating their number-one driver?”
