CHAPTER 19
~Danny~
THE PHOTOGRAPHER GOES to the large umbrella to change out his lens. The crew arrived late the night before. The photographer, Bryker, flew in with the team hired out of LA, including Becs handling wardrobe, a makeup artist, and an assistant.
Claudia is escorted back to the makeshift makeup and wardrobe setup on the side of the building that’s shadowed around the corner. I go to stand under another large umbrella where Vinnie is seated in a director’s chair.
Without looking at me, he says, “The photos are amazing. How are you feeling?”
“They feel right, a good vibe, sexy, all that you said you wanted.”
Reese comes from around the corner, pulling a wheeled cooler behind her.
“I saw how much chemistry you two have together.” I’m thinking he’s not talking about the photo shoot anymore. “When you were dancing, fireworks.”
Bingo. “The explosive kind,” I reply. “Every time I remind her how good we were, she reminds me why we weren’t.”
“Then keep trying.”
“You’re a hopeless romantic, Vinnie. It’s not gonna happen. She’s too determined to play by the rules while I’m willing to break them.”
“Again, I shouldn’t tell you this, but it’s something I’ve witnessed, not something she’s told me, so I feel I can share it.” He leans closer and whispers, “When I see her with her ex, she doesn’t react to him like she does you. I struggle to see the attraction that ever existed between them.”
“How have you seen them together if they’re broken up?”
“He’s her boss. We’ve had dinner together and he was there for her pitch meetings.”
I glance over at her kind of surprised she would date her boss. “Huh? Interesting.”
“That’s just it. They aren’t interesting at all. There’s nothing—no spark, no fire, no fireworks between them. Not like with you.”
“We’ve got the convenience of ten years dulling the edges of our break up.”
“Why did you break up, Danny?”
“Good question. When you find out, let me know.” I walk away to get a bottle of water before we continue with the next set because the desert is damn hot. This might be the first time I’ve been thankful for modeling swimsuits and underwear. Standing next to the cooler, I down half the bottle in one go. “Thanks for bringing these.”
Reese grabs a bottle for herself. “It’s hot.”
“Thanks. That’s why we’re paid the big bucks.”
She laughs. “I meant the weather, but it applies for the photo shoot too.”
Chuckling, I add, “My bad.”
“No. You guys are anything but bad. You look great together in your model perfection.”
When she sits on top of the cooler, I move around to block the sun for her. “You underestimate the power of connection. It runs deeper than skin surface.”
“You two have it all. The connection, the chemistry, the look—it’s all working today. These photos will be amazing.”
Kneeling down in front of her, her gaze follows me. “You say that, but you’ve not modeled.”
She snorts in amusement, and I have to say, I find that noise pretty damn adorable. Nodding toward the chair that was just moved off set to the side, I say, “C’mere. Come with me.”
I like that she doesn’t question what I’m up to or why, she just follows. She trusts me. Smiling, I sit in the chair and pat my right leg. “Sit down.”
“What?” She looks over her shoulder to see if anyone’s watching us. No one is.
When she turns back, I say, “I want you to straddle me, Reese.”
“I can’t do that,” she says incredulously. “How would that look?”
“Are you asking how I feel? Or how it will look to others? Because honestly, I don’t give a fuck how it looks to others, and I can’t imagine a better view than you on top of me again.”
A sly smile begins, the right, then the left of her lips sliding up. When I see her blush, I’ve gotten just the reaction I was looking for. Even better, she lifts her dress up on the sides and slips onto my lap, my middle between her legs, my cock at the apex of her thighs. Her hands find my shoulders and I take hold of her hips. “Close your eyes.”
She does, the smile drifting away.
I move between her legs so she can feel how hard she makes me. “You feel that?”
She nods.
“She was topless on top of me, wearing the smallest of panties.” Her eyes open as I finish. “And I never got turned on, not once with her.” The grin from last night, the one drunk on lust appears on her pretty face. The minutest of moves on her part causes my eyes to momentarily close from that same lust-filled sensation. “You affect me like no other.” I slip my hand down over the bunched material of her dress and then under it, skipping right to the good part.
She’s wet.
Through her panties.
For me.
Over Reese’s shoulder, I see the photographer testing the light. He looks our way, but pays no attention and moves on. Nimbly, two of my fingers bypass the lace edging and slip under the silk. She was never one for cheap lingerie—another checkmark in the pro column.
Her skin is soft. I rub and her mouth drops open as she struggles to keep her eyes open. “We can’t do this, Danny.”
“We’re already doing it and no one is watching.”
Her lids flutter down when I slide into her slickness.
“I want to kiss you.”
“This isn’t about kissing. It’s about connection and showing you the difference.” I move inside her, slowly. “How do you feel?”
Her hand moves down over her breasts and lower, until it’s on top of mine, the one making love to her. “I ache.” She takes my free hand, flattening my palm on her, and drags it over her stomach and up to her chest. “And in here.”
With her heart beating beneath my palm and her body on the verge of pulsing, our gazes meet. “That ache you feel is for me, baby. Only me. Like I ache for you. Only you.”
“Damn you, Danny Weston.” Her eyes close, her back arching, her body tremors, her head falling back.
Like she wanted minutes before, I want now. I want to kiss her little moans away. I want to lick her neck like I did last night. I want to make love to her. I want to fuck her. I want everything with her. I want forever. Not just stolen moments.
Her chest is rising and falling, each breath inhaled deep into her chest, and slowly exhaled. She looks at me. Her thunder, the fight, the opinion of the others that she worries so much about—it’s all gone, replaced by a relaxed satisfaction. Running her hands over my shoulders, she lets them rest on either side of my neck, the gesture probably more loving, more gentle than she’s aware of.
Bryker ducks under his tent. The tension that’s now missing from her body has leached into mine. I move my hand out from under her skirt and pull it down. “We should go back.”
“Okay.” She stands up, her body unsteady at first. I hold her by the elbow and she leans against me. “You make me do very bad things, Danny.”
While trying not to alarm her, I realize what we just shared was reckless. Everything in my gut tells me I shouldn’t have put her in that position, literally and figuratively. She’s wanting to talk, to touch as much as we can without being noticed. What she doesn’t realize is that we’ve been noticed.
Not only noticed, but most likely stalked by a long-lens camera.
As she adjusts her skirt, I look down at what I felt when I was under her. She’s marked me. In any other circumstance, I’d wear her passion on my underwear as a badge of fucking honor… underneath my pants. But when said underwear is the star of the photo shoot, I need to get a new pair. “C’mon. I need to change.” I rearrange my hard-as-fuck dick, then take her by the elbow to hopefully block anyone from seeing the damage we’ve done.
Looking down, she giggles. I roll my eyes. “Yeah. Yeah. Laugh it up, baby. Laugh it up.”
I catch her eyes on me. The first time I called her baby on purpose. That last time it slipped, flowing naturally. She doesn’t say anything, but as her fingertips drag over the top of the weeds, I see her smile—one not meant for me, but for her. Her happiness blankets me like the sunshine. I look away, leaving her with her inner peace.
We wordlessly part, going our separate ways. Claudia is sipping a diet cola through a straw while having her makeup touched up. I try to hide the “mess” and slip past to a rack of clothes. “Becs?” I whisper from behind her as she hangs a freshly-steamed collared shirt.
She turns. “Where have you been? We need to get you ready.” She doesn’t even give me a chance to speak before grabbing the shirt and a new pair of boxer briefs from on top of her sewing kit. “Here. Change.”
When she gets a real look at me, one eyebrow rises in surprise and she turns around. “I hope you’re not keeping that weapon loaded for me. Did I mention I started dating a craft service chef who works for Warner Brothers?”
Turning away from her, I laugh and swap out the underwear. “You didn’t mention that, but good to know, and about time.”
“About time on the boyfriend or that he’s a craft service chef?” she teases.
“Haha.”
I look for a place to throw away the underwear I was wearing with Reese, though I’m slightly, and sickly, tempted to hold on to them. Then I wise up. If they were hers, that would be a different story. When I don’t find a place to dispose of them, I start to stash them in one of the sneakers I wore here to deal with later.
Becs asks, “What are you doing?” She reaches down and snatches the underwear before I can stop her. She’s now waving them around dramatically. “You know I have to log these in for expenses, then I can trash them. Now get going. I know they’re waiting for you guys.”
Turning, I want to escape before she notices anything… you know, different about them compared to when I got them an hour ago.
“Danny?”
With my back to her, I reply, “Yes?”
“Next time, kiss her.”
Glancing back, I nod. Her cat-that-ate-the-canary smile evokes my own. “Okay.”
She doesn’t torture me. That’s not her style. She just gets back to work straightening the clothes rack, and as always, covertly covering my back—not just with clothes.
I round the corner and find Reese sitting next to Vinnie under the far umbrella. She has a cold bottle of water pressed to her cheek. I chuckle. She’s not the only one heated, and although it’s hot under this Texas sun, that’s bearable compared to what I feel for her right now.
I’m going to take Becs’s advice and kiss that woman as soon as I get the opportunity.
Bryker meets me on the next set—a bed with crumpled sheets. Bryker points to the mattress, and directs, “I want her sitting here and you standing facing her. I want her eyelevel with your abs. She’s going to be tugging the briefs down. I want you looking into her eyes. Work it from there. Do what you would do naturally. Start in that position, then move onto the bed from there.”
“All right.”
Glimpsing Reese out of the corner of my eye, she gets up, standing in front of Vinnie, putting her back to me. When I look over there, they’re talking, but I can’t hear what they’re saying, but it looks serious. Claudia joins Bryker and me just as Reese disappears around the building. When my eyes meet Vinnie’s, he’s not smiling. He’s not upset either. He’s too damn hard to read, so I try to focus on my job instead of worrying about what’s going on with Reese. I need to do my job.
It’s show time.
We get in the instructed position. Claudia has a black bra and matching panties. After checking that Bryker is ready, she runs her hands over my abs. The shirt is unbuttoned and a subtle breeze blows the ends. I keep my eyes on her though I’m tempted to look around for Reese to see if she’s returned. I’m sensing she hasn’t.
I try to clear my head and get into the photo shoot, but it’s a struggle. The wrong hands are on me. The wrong eye color. The wrong lips are licked. All wrong. Fuck!
“You’re tense,” she says.
Taking a deep breath, I shake it off when I exhale. “I’m good. Let’s do this.”
Ten minutes feels like hours. I shift down just to mix it up. Bryker calls out, “Do what you were doing on the chair. That was sexy.”
The mental freak out happening in my head eclipses my logical side and I’m about to ask him what he saw, but Claudia pulls on my shirt as she scoots on the bed, and says, “I was sitting like this and you were leaning over me.”
Ohhhh! That.
I position my hand over her shoulder mimicking the earlier shoot. But Bryker says, “Not what you did with Claudia.”
If a record had been playing, this would be the part when the needle skids across the album and the room goes silent. But there isn’t a record playing, not even a CD to set the mood. So I’m stuck between the confusion on Claudia’s face and the hope on Bryker’s face.
He adds, “What’s the hold up? We’re losing daylight.”
Claudia says my name. My glare shifts from the mattress to her. “What?”
“What’s wrong?”
What’s wrong? I push off the bed, narrowly missing Claudia in my rush to Bryker. Standing a good six to eight inches taller than him, I can’t be face to face so I tilt my head to the side and look him straight in the eyes. “What do you think you saw?”
“I saw what you wanted me to see.” He doesn’t back down, even though I’ve made it fucking clear he should.
“It’s not what you think, so forget you ever saw anything.”
“It looked intense.”
“I was showing her how to model.”
He smiles out the side of his mouth. It’s distorted, untrustworthy. “Okay,” he placates.
Unfortunately, I’m not left with a lot of choice here. I can’t risk the campaign and we’re losing the light. “Okay,” I repeat, mine more threatening than his convincing.
I’m returning to the bed as he says, “Sure, Danny. Whatever you say.”
I lock eyes on his. “I don’t care what you think you saw. You didn’t. Now drop it before I walk.”
“And here I thought you were invincible. The ultimate male model playboy, but it seems you have an Achilles heel like the rest of us. Ours just don’t go by the same name.”
“For your sake, you better hope I don’t find yours.” He’s smart enough not to further the discussion, so I return to the bed.
Claudia doesn’t look shocked or surprised by the scene, but expressions aren’t her strong suit when modeling. She was just gifted with a pretty face and knows her angles.
Vinnie is standing nearby watching this go down, so I need to get the shots he’s paying me for. Redirecting my attention to Claudia, we get down to business.