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Ipull my truck in front of the building where Sebastian told me to meet him. He might seem like a bit of a shyster, but he’s the one who got me this deal, modeling underwear, and for that, I guess he’s all right.
Going back to class this morning after a high off of winning both games this weekend sort of sucked, and having to come here in between class and practice tonight isn’t really making it better. But I’m ready to get this photo shoot done with.
Turning the truck off, I push the door open and look up at the brick building. It looks ancient. I’ve passed by it probably a hundred times since I’ve been here at Brooks. I never once thought it would be a place for photo shoots.
Taking a few steps, I pull the door open and look around.
“Hello?” I call out. “Sebastian? You in here, or did you set me up to be murdered?”
“Back here!” he yells back. “Just keep walking down the hallway till you find us.”
“Right, because that isn’t sketchy at all,” I mutter.
Doing as he said, I look around at the incredibly worn place. Still, it has charm, I guess. I’m sure the company is going for that whole Abercrombie & Fitch type thing with the vintage black-and-white bullshit. I’m just thankful I’m up-to-date on my tetanus shot.
As I walk down the hallway, I pass room after room until I spill out into a huge-ass one that has a shit ton of windows. And I spot Sebastian alongside a man holding a camera and a chick with a shaved head, covered in tattoos and piercings. Both different people than the last photo shoot I did.
“There he is,” Sebastian says with a grin, strutting toward me. “I told you we delivered on this one, didn’t I?”
The photographer looks me up and down. “He’ll do, I suppose.”
“He’ll do?” Sebastian’s mouth hangs open. “People are going to flip out for this shit. Once they see how good he looks in these underwear, they’ll want some for themselves. Every wife will rush out to get their husband a pair after seeing this fucking hunk in his.”
The image of a fat, hairy, middle-aged man in Rugged & Co. underwear, standing in front of his wife, looking to get banged, has me shaking my head. But, hey, I guess if that’s what sells these, what do I care?
“So, check it out. We’re going to get some pictures of you by yourself,” he says before pausing, pointing to where he wants me to go first. “And then you’ll have some company.”
“Company?” I ask, confused. “Like, more dudes? Or women? Or…what?”
“We’re dipping our toes into a line for the ladies.” He grins. “Trust me, you’re about to thank me. The one we have set up is going to bring this shoot to the next level. She is gorgeous, and she has modeling experience. Now, strip down and go see Angela.” He points to the shaved-head chick. “Ang, nothing too crazy, just fix his hair and cover up any flaws.”
“Yes, sir,” she utters before waving me over.
“Who said I have flaws?” I gawk at her. “I could be straight-up perfect for all you guys know.”
“No one is perfect,” she mutters. “Come here. Let’s get to work.”
Tearing my shirt over my head, I head toward her. Ready to get this shit over with.
I forgot how grueling it is to model. It seems like hours are spent doing the same shit over and over again. Though I’m sure it hasn’t been that long.
“I think we’re good on the solo stuff. Where the hell is Br—” Sebastian starts to say before his hands fly up. “There she is! The lady we’ve all been waiting for.”
His eyes are on the long hallway, but I can’t see yet who or what the hell is even coming toward us until she comes into the room, long blonde hair flowing behind her.
Bria Collins. Kye Collins’s sister.
“Sorry I’m late!” She rushes around, dropping her bag and wasting no time in pulling her shoes and shirt off, leaving her in a sports bra and jeans—that is, until she shimmies out of those, too, pulling them down over her thick, toned legs.
When I narrow my eyes more, I see the underwear waistband hasRugged & Co.on it.
I’ve only met her once. I thought she lived in Florida. Maybe she came to town just for the photo shoot. Who knows? All I know is, I thought she was smoking hot the day I saw her last year. Now, she’s standing here, in her underwear…fuck. She’s the kind of sexy you only dream about.
Anyone who says there’s no such thing as perfect clearly hasn’t seen Bria Collins practically naked.
It’s clear that, like Sebastian said, she’s experienced because she seems comfortable. That is, until her eyes find me, and I watch her turn into a deer in headlights.
“Hey,” I say, jerking my chin upward. “Bria, right? Small world.”
