Shut Up and Model for Me by Iris Blaire Page B

nonchalant. Like she doesn’t care about modeling, she just does it to make money. And to be honest, that’s the truth. She’s gorgeous and knows how to work the camera and uses it to her advantage. The other girls—they see that she doesn’t really want it. They hate her for it.”
    I think about this as Britain drives me over to the abandoned gym, where we’re going to be shooting today.
    “Evan said that she wanted to go over with the scouts and get ready at the site,” she explains to me. “I guess she’s hoping to get in character before you arrive.”
    I study her. “Why do you look so smug?”
    She obviously tries to play it cool as we pull into the parking lot. “It’s just funny to me.”
    “Yeah, lots of things are funny to me too.”
    “How you guys are both totally into each other, and to hide it, you’re playing up the whole ‘co-worker’ thing.”
    What right does this chick think she has to say what I feel? “Dude, Britain. I have a girlfriend, how many times do I have to…”
    “ Dude , Dallas.” She opens her door and slides out of the car. “Now is the time to acknowledge your feelings for Evan before you do something stupid. Yeah?” She slams the door.
    I get out of the car to follow her, to ask her what the fuck she means by before I do something stupid , but she’s walking way too fast, probably because she doesn’t want my confrontation. By the time I start jogging to her, we’re already inside, rounding the bend to the open women’s locker room, to the showers…
    Evan sits on top one of the low shower walls as the scouting team sets up the lighting around her, soaking wet and topless.
    Completely topless.
    Water drips over her chest. I can tell from here that her pink nipples couldn’t be harder.
    Waiting.
    She’s waiting for me.
    Last night I was the deviant. But today, I’m putty in her hands.
    Britain snorts. “Go on. Go join your ‘co-worker.’”

Chapter Nine
    Evan
     
    Dallas isn’t leaving. This issue proves that he’s now a permanent member of EPE.
    And the only way I can deal with him is by giving in completely. To treat him as a sex object on set. To get fully used to him.
    Plus, dumbfounded looks like the one he’s giving me now are priceless .
    “You heard the lady,” Britain says, shaking her head at me. She looks very entertained. Very. “Strip.”
    “Wait. All the way?” Dallas stutters. I love to see him caught off guard like this.
    “Unless you have a problem with that,” Britain says bluntly, squatting and unzipping her camera case.
    “No, I don’t. Have a problem. I’m fine.”
    Britain and I exchange looks, and I smirk, sliding down from the wall. The shower head is all sorts of fucked, so when I turn it on again, the stream goes berserk, shooting outward in a lighter spray instead of a solid jet. Luckily for shooting, it catches the lights that the scouting crew set up perfectly.
    I gasp as the cold splashes against me, quickly turning the gauge to a more moderate temperature. Dallas looks confused. Which I’m pretty sure has to do with my tits. My tits are befuddling him. Poor guy. At least he’s got his shirt off. Stacked abs on top of those jeans just waiting to get wet…
    “Actually, Brit,” I walk toward Dallas. “I think the jeans might work for this shoot. You said you want me more vulnerable than him anyway, right?” As I speak, I keep my eyes glued to Dallas’s. Slowly, the fierceness that existed within them last night returns, and he lowers his head. “What am I going to do with you?” he murmurs so only I can hear.
    “Faux fuck me up against the shower wall,” I return. “Just how we practiced.”
    “You two love birds ready?” Britain calls. “Let’s get this party started.”
    She doesn’t have to direct us at all. Dallas has gained his ferocity. He pushes on my shoulders until I stumble back through the stream. I gasp as my back hits the cold tile of the shower wall. His hands are clenching the inner