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models’ torso and pulls her up until they’re both kneeling and facing the camera, her back pressed to his chest. He drags his bared teeth across her earlobe, runs his hands up her ribcage, links his fingers beneath her bandeau, and tugs down until her breasts are exposed.
    Leave it to Adam to be ballsy with a girl he’s never met before.
    It’s like it doesn’t even cross his mind that there are twenty people watching him, half of them typing on their iPads like scientists at a research exhibit. Not hiding behind the lens makes me feel naked and exposed to the situation, an ache building between my legs. Everything that’s happening in this room is incredibly voyeuristic and weirdly fucking hot.
    The female model releases a small gasp, and Adam whispers something else in her ear. I can tell by the way Delilah is so stiff that she’s not too happy. Considering how loose Adam always acts, it’s hard to remember that they’re constantly on-again off-again.
    With stiff, crooked fingers, Adam runs his claw-like hands right over the girl’s breasts, and she closes her eyes and arches her back like she enjoys the sting of it. Another perfect shot, but the dumbass photographer is, again, shooting from the wrong angle. I ball my hands into fists. I wish I could use this, just like I used Dallas’s audition. The only difference is that I’m going to have to reshoot this entire session.
    I grunt in frustration, but none of the Amora assistants seem to notice.
    Even worse than shooting from the wrong angles is when the photographer decides to end early, even when the auditioning model is so willing to continue. He shouldn’t have, considering the next string of models either act like or express that they don’t want to take their clothes off. One of them, as Ella is hanging all over him and trying to portray the weightless theme that I gave her, blatantly says, “This is making me uncomfortable.”
    “ Hold up, hold up,” I yell as I stand. The photographer purses his lips and drops his camera, and I can’t tell if he’s annoyed with the model or with me. “Do you know what East Park Exposed is?”
    The guy shrugs. “Well, yeah.”
    “ And this is making you uncomfortable? Neither of you are naked yet.”
    “ I don’t know, I just…”
    “ What do you think we do, Photoshop your nipples on?”
    Delilah snickers.
    I get another wave of nasty looks from the Amora crew and finally crack. “Stop looking at me like that! You know I’m right!”
    After the slew of uncomfortable candidates, there’s a slew of generic candidates. My own professional models look like broken toy soldiers as they attempt to play sexy with them. Now I don’t know if it’s the photographer or simply a string of bad luck. Finally, a crew member calls number sixteen, and I smack Delilah on the knee.
    “ You’re up.”
    Jaime walks into the room.
    “ Sweet baby Jesus,” Delilah breathes.
    Adam grunts uncomfortably next to her.
    I grab her shoulder to gain her attention. “I need you to screw this up,” I mutter.
    “ What?” she hisses. “Are you fucking insane? He’s gorgeous .”
    “ I know him, and he’s an ass to work with. Just do as I say.”
    She groans and stands, trudging to Jaime and holding out her hand. “I’m Delilah.”
    “ Jaime.”
    Delilah gapes at him, and then she slowly turns toward me.
    Oh, fuck .
    I’d forgotten that I spilled my secrets to Delilah and Evan one night when the three of us were drunk at the house. We were talking about dumb high school perceptions and decisions, and what we would tell our teenage selves if we could.
    And I drunkenly said, I’d tell my teenage self to stop fantasizing about Jaime eating you out, because he’s an asshole and will never do anything other than tease you.
    Delilah and Evan responded with a chorus of, Oooooh, Jaime! That’s when I told them about my brother’s douchebag best friend.
    Delilah’s eyes hold a deviant glint as she connects the dots. She