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Oh, God. I know exactly what parts he’s talking about. It’s uncharted territory, but something I’d be willing to give him.
“My body is your playground,” I whisper, nipping at his earlobe.
A low rumble emanates from his chest as he presses his thigh between my legs. My nipples pucker tight, my panties growing increasingly damp, and I’m seconds away from begging him to take me now, onlookers be damned.
“Don’t. Move,” Pilar commands.
Rhett moans as he presses his face against the side of my neck. I wrap my arms around him, embarrassed that we got caught in an intimate moment.
“You.” Pilar points to me. “What size jeans do you wear?”
“Uh…” I point to myself because surely he isn’t talking to me. “Me?”
Pilar huffs and rolls his eyes. “Yes, you. Jean size.”
“Eight, depending on the brand,” I reply before whispering to Rhett. “What does he want my jean size for?”
“Not a clue. I just want this day to be over.” He pulls his head out of my neck, and I shiver at the loss of him pressed against me.
Pilar claps his hands, catching everyone’s attention. “Change of plans, people. Molly is out; Monroe is in.”
“What?” I say.
Molly gasps. “You’ve got to be kidding me.” She plants her hands on her hips and marches toward Pilar.
“I need heat, pure sexual chemistry, and those two have it,” he says, waving toward us. “Jessica, please tell me you saw that.”
Her red cheeks and grin tell me she saw exactly what was transpiring between Rhett and me. “Oh, I saw it, and I agree.”
“No.” I push away from Rhett, but he grabs my wrist, pulling me back in. “I’m not a model. I have no clue how this stuff works. Rhett can make it work with Molly. Can’t you?” I turn a pleading look his way.
He shakes his head. “I think they’re right. I am insanely attracted you, and if that’s what they’re looking for, you’re perfect for this.”
“This is crazy.” My throat closes, making it difficult to breathe, let alone argue my point.
Rhett runs a soothing hand down my spine, and the giant smile on his face tells me he’s more than thrilled with the changes.
Jessica motions toward the woman who measured Rhett. “Get her into wardrobe, please. Something similar to what Molly is wearing.”
My eyes widen. “Hell no,” I protest. “There’s no way I’m showing my stomach like that.”
Pilar waves me off. “You’re gorgeous.”
Before I have a chance to respond or argue any more, I’m hauled off to the makeshift changing room Molly was using moments ago.
“Molly looks pissed,” I whisper to Jessica as she peeks her head around the corner. I don’t even bother to cover up my chest, mostly because I don’t have time to react.
She tosses a shirt at me. “She’ll get over it. Plus, she’s still getting paid, so…” She shrugs. “And we’ll pay you too; so don’t worry.”
“Oh no.” I shake my head. “I don’t need to get paid.”
Her face goes blank. “I think you’re the first model to ever tell me that. I won’t hold you to it.”
“I’m not a model.” What don’t these people understand about that?
“You are now.”
Rhett
