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“Nothing. It’s just a lovescene.”
Cold. I suddenly felt shivering cold. But the contents of my stomach… a churning ball of hot lava. “What do you mean, a lovescene?”
Like,sex?
Simulated sex, oncamera?
With Jesse Mayes? Hottest guy in theuniverse?
Hot panic. Bilerising…
I swallowedhard.
“All you have to do is fake make out with Jesse,” Devi said, like it was the simplest thing in the world. “He’s gorgeous, right? And you were all worried you’d have to dance on cue or strut around or something. This way, you don’t even have toperform.”
Right. Because pretending to make out with a super hot rock star while a camera crew filmed it was a daily occurrence for me. Totallynatural.
“Not to mention I got you more money. You know, for doing it in yourskivvies.”
Slowly. In through the nose, out through themouth.
“Katie?”
“I’mbreathing.”
“Where the hell areyou?”
“In thebathroom.”
“Okay… so breathe and then get your ass out there. We went over this. We drank wine. Remember? You’re gonna rockthis.”
Rock this. Right. Despite Devi’s confidence in me, I was pretty sure Jesse Mayes was the one who was going to rockthis.
I was very possibly going to throwup.
For the first time since I started dry-heaving, I caught my reflection in the mirror: the reflection of the girl who was about to fake make out with JesseMayes.
Half-naked.
I blinked and stared, trying to imagine that girl in a musicvideo.
She had a lot more makeup on than usual, but okay… it’s not like there was nothing there to work with. Face kind of heart-shaped. Symmetrical features. Slender, arched eyebrows and decently high cheekbones. Full lips. Largish blue-green eyes framed by dark lashes. Pale Irish skin with a few micro-freckles dusted across a decently cutenose.
I looked over my figure in the lingerie, which was much sexier than I’d realized, now that I was seeing it through the eyes of the girl who was about to wear it in front of Jesse Mayes. I’d always been kind of petite, nothing like the other women they’d hired for this, but at least I had curves. I used to be a tomboy, actually. A skater kid, I dressed like the boys I hung out with and looked like them too. It was hard not to still see that girl in the mirror. I was kind of a late bloomer, but Ihadbloomed.
And someone liked what they saw, enough to hire me for this,right?
“Katie?” Devi sounded worried now. I didn’t like being the one to make her sound thatway.
I tried to wrap my head around the idea of walking out there, inthis, in front of Jesse Mayes, and all his hot friends, and the camera crew and the security guys and all those other models—realmodels… and I just couldn’t. I couldn’t. My palms were still sweating as I clung to thesink.
“Shit, Devi,” I said in a small, parched voice. “He doesn’t even know who Iam.”
“Shouldhe?”
“Um, yeah? I thought he picked me. But he didn’t even know I washired.”
“So? Youwerehired. I know you feel all weird about it because you’ve never done this before, but who the fuck cares? Trust me, babe. This is the kind of thing some girls, beautiful girls, bust their asses trying to get their whole careers and never do. This is Jesse FuckingMayes.”
