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

Her quick breath smells like spearmint. I cock an eyebrow and say, “What do you think?”
    The door opens behind me, and Britain yells, “You’re up, Ry.”
    Evan bites her bottom lip again, teeth sinking into plump, glossy flesh. “Then watch,” she says.
    I push away from the counter and she slides from me, hips swaying as she walks toward the door. She doesn’t look back.
    Dammit. Homework is so not getting done today.
    I hurry after her.
     
    ^^^^
     
    Evan wasn’t lying. The pool deck is packed with people. Britain’s barking for everyone to stay on one end of the patio so they don’t block her shot. I don’t listen to her, heading to the other end and to the lounge chair that Evan and I posed on the other day. Britain doesn’t say anything, maybe because she notices the herd of models eyeing me like prey.
    And I seriously need my privacy when watching Evan.
    She steps into the pool, slowly dunking her whole body beneath the surface of the water. When she climbs back onto the patio, her soaked lingerie clings to her, and I can see everything.
    Ev-ery-thing.
    Actually, a whole shit ton of people watching can see everything, and that doesn’t even faze her. Britain flips her blonde braid to the side and instructs Evan to lie on the ledge of the pool so her feet are facing me. As soon as Evan does so, Britain kneels and starts adjusting her lens.
    Evan raises her hands above her head until her perfect tits are the fullest they can be, her nipples straining against the wet fabric of her bra. She arches the small of her back and lets her head fall back.
    Oh fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
    Without being too conspicuous, I place my fists in my lap and lean forward.
    Evan spreads her legs, and I can see the way her underwear clings to the inside of her thighs.
    “Perfect, Rylan. Now bring more innocence to your face.”
    I force myself to pry my eyes away from her and look at the models on the other end of the pool. Most of them stand in groups, whispering back and forth to each other, all of them in their lingerie get-ups.
    None of them are anywhere near Evan’s sex appeal.
    She flips on her stomach and raises her ass in the air, craning her head to the side so she’s staring right at the lens.
    The models’ whispers flutter frantically through the air, and I hope to God they won’t be watching when I’m shooting with Evan.
    I want her all to myself.
     
    ^^^^
     
    I’m able to catch her before she heads back to change. Luckily I remember to call her Rylan. The name thing is going to be hard to get used to.
    “Follow me to the dressing room,” Evan says.
    “Why? What’s up?”
    “I don’t like the way these models are looking at both of us. Like you’re the meat and I’m the bitch that’s hoarding it.”
    I laugh until I realize she isn’t joking, letting my head drop and following her to the dressing room. When I close the door behind me, she lets the towel fall. She might as well not be wearing anything.
    She crosses her arms. “Well? What do you want?”
    “To study with you tonight.”
    No, I just want to spend time with her when both of us aren’t being gawked at. Which isn’t something I should want. I shouldn’t want to spend time with my gorgeous coworker when I have a girlfriend, a girlfriend who told me I could only act single inside the studio.
    She scoffs and turns away from me. “I told you. We can’t be seen together. I know a lot of models like the attention that EPE gives them, but I don’t, okay?” She reaches behind her and takes off her bra so I’m staring at her naked back.
    My mouth goes dry. I swallow. “There’s this cool coffee shop an hour outside town in an old strip mall. There’s no chance of anyone recognizing you there.”
    She slips an oversized t-shirt over her head and glances back at me. “And why the hell would I want to do that?”
    I smirk. “Because I know what Professor Gates is planning to cover on the midterm.”

Chapter Five
    Evan
     
    How did I get