Shut Up and Model for Me by Iris Blaire Read Free Book Online Page A

night when I got home about the shoot and the amount of time I was going to have spend touching, licking, kissing these models. She seemed totally unfazed. If it helps you concentrate better, just pretend that you’re single when you walk into the studio. Pretend you have no obligation to stay loyal to me.
    I’m sure that, if any guy heard my girlfriend tell me this, they’d think I was the luckiest man in the world. So why don’t I feel lucky? The fact that she’s cool with me acting single in the midst of all these gorgeous, naked women makes me sick to my stomach.
    But it’s not real. It’s just for show… just for money. I have to remember that.
    I leave Evan’s room and shower in a bathroom decorated like the ocean. I pull on my shorts and head back to the studio. Some models have created a makeup station by the door and look at me funny when I pull out Britain’s key and lock it.
    “Is he fucking one of the full-timers?” I hear one of them whisper as I walk past. Great. This is how rumors start.
    Not wanting to be subject to model stares any longer than I have to, I find my bag that’s been buried under a pile of clothes next to the front door and head to the VIP changing room. The door’s closed. I knock.
    “Come in,” Evan says.
    I push open the door and pause. She probably wasn’t expecting me. I should leave. But before I can, she glances at me in the mirror and says, “Hurry up, you’re letting all of the heat out.”
    Like she has no shame at all that she’s almost naked.
    I close the door, letting my bag fall to the floor.
    Her curls rolls down her back, wild and perfect to drag my fingers through. Her cleavage spills from the top of her baby blue, frilly bra. And her panties expose just enough of her firm ass. I have a hard-on in seconds.
    Goddammit. Not now .
    The worst thing in the world is having a boner while trying to finish biology homework.
    And she acts like there’s nothing weird about this. Just another day at the office.
    “Does Britain need me or something?”
    I hold up my book. “I just need a quiet place to keep my sanity.”
    She continues to powder her face. “This place’ll be yours in a bit. Britain wants to start my shoot soon.”
    Fuck. Homework is hard enough to do in the studio in the first place, but she’s going to leave me hot and bothered? I might as well not even try.
    I take a deep breath. It’s okay. Just play single in the studio.
    Just play single.
    “You need an audience?”
    She pauses in applying her mascara, looks at me in the mirror, and laughs. “Oh, Dallas. I won’t be cruel because you’ve never been here on a mass photography day. But trust me, I’ll have an audience.”
    My eyes lock onto hers. “What, a bunch of girls who’re insanely jealous of you?”
    She scoffs. “Jealous of my position in EPE, maybe. But that’s all. They see my success and study my shoots so they can copy them. Trust me, most of these girls think they’re way hotter than I am. They think they could do a better job.”
    I can’t remember when I started walking toward her, but I can’t stop. My eyes don’t leave hers. “And you think they have a chance at performing better than you?”
    “Even if they did, Britain would never demote me.”
    I stop right behind her. Her eyes widen as I place my hands on either side of the counter surrounding her. “That’s not what I asked you.”
    She opens her mouth to respond, but when no noise escapes, she bites her lip. Finally, after seconds of silence, she changes the subject by asking, “Why do you want to watch my shoot?”
    I lean in close to her ear, strawberry-scented locks brushing against my nose. “To study you. I need to know how to move with you if you’re going to be writhing under me for the next month or so.”
    I watch her jaw drop in the mirror. She spins around until she’s facing me, back pressed against the counter, and says, “Are you for real ?”
    I hunch until my face is level with hers.