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“No,” I say in a low voice. “Not even close.”
4
Pearl
I can’t help the smile that lights my face at his words. I can’t believe my luck in general. Of all the male models on the Pure Bliss website, he’s the one I was most attracted to. And now I find out that this chemistry between us is real.
Very slowly, I sit up. His eyes immediately lock with mine. We smile. Then we hear Zane.
“Jesus, you two are going to melt my lens at this rate.”
This makes us all laugh. Then I turn to him and shrug.
“Sorry?”
“Don’t be,” he grins. “Elana’s going to love it.”
“Well, what’s next?” I ask.
“Clean yourself up and we’ll get some shots of you standing.”
I nod and Griffin gently grips my waist to help me stand. Not knowing the layout of the room, I let him take my hand and lead me to the bathroom. We’re quiet while we clean up. But before I can walk out, he’s in front of me and takes my face in his hands.
“Whatever this is, I want to explore it.”
“Okay,” I nod. “I’d like that.”
He hits me with his panty-melting smile for a moment. Then he bends his head to kiss me again. I open for him immediately and take the opportunity to let my hands wander all over his nicely defined chest. His fingers flex against my face, and I revel in the feel of it. It’s been a long time since I’ve affected a man this way. I’ve missed it.
When he pulls back, he threads his fingers with mine and leads me back out to the studio. Zane is at his worktable. The pictures he just took of us are on his computer screen. Griffin leads us in that direction. I stand next to Zane and lean in to look. Griffin grips my waist and leans in behind me.
“Wow,” I breathe.
“Yeah,” Zane nods. “You two are the hottest couple I’ve ever had the pleasure of photographing.”
Griffin squeezes my hips at this, and I giggle. After we finish checking out our steamy make out session, we walk back over to give him something a little more playful. I basically stay in his arms the entire time as we smile and laugh our way through Zane’s instructions. The attraction is still there, but we’re able to keep it to a reasonable simmer this time.
When we’re finished, it’s lunchtime. And we don’t have another session here until tomorrow. Griffin suggests going somewhere together to eat and I agree. I follow him to an Italian bistro, and we settle at a small table in the corner. Once we’ve ordered, he gets down to it.
“So, tell me about yourself.”
I smile and give him the rundown. Third child of seven from an Irish family in the suburbs. Average grades, community college, and a chance meeting with the CEO of a modeling agency to start my career. Then I ask about him.
“Only child raised by a single mother,” he sighs. “I worked my ass off to get a full-ride to the university to play football only to suffer a career-derailing ACL tear my junior year.”
“What was your degree in? And how’d you get into modeling?”
“Sports medicine,” he shrugs. “The modeling gig came about because of football. Some local author wanted a shirtless football player on a cover and since I was only a benchwarmer by then, I took the gig. When the book hit the bestseller list, I became the go to guy.”
“Wow,” I smile. “That’s amazing.”
“It pays the bills.”
“Have you ever thought about using your degree?”
“Occasionally.”
He says no more so I don’t press him. Instead, talk turns to other things. We sit for an hour after we’ve finished eating just so we can keep talking. Finally, he looks at his watch and sighs.
