“That’s yours to keep,” the seamstress says, not even looking up from the items she’s sewing. I was trying to take the bra off, but my hands are still shaking. I stop and take a deep breath, trying to get control of myself. I have no clue what the hell just happened out there.

Worse, I have bitter jealousy shooting through me right now. After Ryan told me we were done, Flynn untied me from the bed and helped me up. I’d edged past him, and I thought he was going to reach out and grab me, but he didn’t. I just slid right by him as Ryan called for another model. Now I’m sure Flynn is out there guiding that model, too. He’s probably tying her to the bed, and I can’t help but wonder if she feels the same things I did as his hands slide across her body.

“Shit!” I curse at my shirt as I try to button it up. I need to get out of here, but my shaky hands aren’t helping.

“Fuck, he’s hot. Is he helping everyone pose?” I hear one of the girls say to another. I look over my shoulder at them. Both blondes. In fact, I’m the only non-blonde here, unless more models are coming in and out, doing different shoots throughout the day.

“He helped pose you, right?” one of the girls asks, and I just nod.

“They wouldn’t let anyone out there when you were up, but it looks like the set has opened back up.”

“I have no clue why they closed it.” I’ve actually never been on a closed set before and was just as curious as the other girls as to why it got closed down. I thought it would be closed for everyone, but I guess not.

“Well, I heard Ryan ask Mr. Long if he was going to pose Cindy, too, so I assumed he posed you. Guess I was right.” She smiles like she’s excited. I don’t blame her, even if I hate her at this moment. I liked having him with me.

“Did you see his hands? If his other parts are even half the size, I’d be a lucky woman to get him into bed.”

I’ve got to get out of here before I lose it. Sometimes I hang around the set after a shoot to see some of the pictures, but no way can I stand around while women go after Flynn like they’re in heat. Not with the way he made me feel moments ago. I liked it. No, like is too soft a word for what I was feeling for him.

It was like I came alive the moment he touched my body. There was just something about him. He had this primal hunger, and I’d felt like he was hunting me. This is not normal for me. I’ve been a model for years. I’ve been around some of the most so-called attractive men in the world, but I’d never been drawn to them like I was to Flynn.

Some had even asked me out over the years, but I always declined. I didn’t want to get a reputation for being a model who slept around. Sometimes that got you mixed in with the ones who would sleep with you for a job, so I kept my legs closed. I’d never even been tempted before, and I didn’t think it was something that would ever happen. I’d always told myself I’d do romantic relationships when I was no longer modeling, but Flynn made me want to throw all that away.

“Don’t even think about going in there.” Flynn’s voice washes over my skin, and I turn to see his back. He’s standing in the doorway to the dressing room, blocking someone from coming in.

“I have a delivery, man. Move out of the way,” I hear the man being blocked by Flynn say.

I hear someone growl, making everyone turn to look at what’s happening now. Even the seamstress finally pulls her eyes away from what she’s doing.

“Alright, man, then you just take the freaking box,” the guy says, and I hear him scurry down the hallway.

“Did he growl? I totally think I heard him growl,” one of the blondes says.

“That was hot,” another says. Flynn finally starts to turn around, and now I kind of feel like it’s my turn to growl at the women watching him. I turn back around, giving him my back, not wanting to look at him or anyone else as I try to button my stupid blouse.

“Can you give us the room?” I look back over my shoulder to see who he’s talking to, and it’s clear he wants to be alone with me.

The seamstress puts down the bra she’s working on and leaves the room. The two blondes follow suit, but not before one hands him a card. It takes everything in me to keep my face straight, to pretend I don’t want to snatch the stupid card out of his hand, but when both girls finally leave the room, he tosses the card in the little trash can by the door.

“Well, that was rude.” I nod towards the trash can.

“I’m not interested, and I’m already taken,” he says, taking a few steps towards me. I give him my back again, not wanting to look at him. I was happy he tossed the card out, but now I’m pissed he’s taken. I would not be okay with my man, if I had one, touching me like he had when we were out on that bed. And I really don’t want him to see the look on my face right now, so it’s just best to hide it.

“What can I help you with, Mr. Long?” I ask, wanting to get this over with so he can go. I still don’t even have pants on, and this blouse isn’t covering my ass very well.

“I wanted to ask you to go out with me.” I feel his breath on my neck.

I turn around quickly, expecting him to take a step back, but he doesn’t, and I refuse to take one myself. He’s in my space.

“You just said you were taken,” I snap, looking all the way up at him. Jesus, he’s a freaking giant.

“I’m taken if you’ll have me. Dinner?” he pushes, and I feel a little tension lift off my chest at his words.

“You’re single?” I want a clear confirmation.

“For now, I guess I am.” He runs a finger down my breast. I actually think he might be able to get a good handful of me with how big his hands are, and I feel my nipples tighten at the thought. His finger travels down until it meets the silk blouse. He pulls it closed and starts doing up the buttons on it.

“What will it be, Miss Carr?”