Page 146 of Pretty Obsessed

He ignored the comment or didn't catch it. "This is the Production Manager, David. He is the stylist for a few of us, and does most of our touring and stage looks as well as helps out on videos."

"Hi there," David said, giving me another once over.

"Nice to finally meet you." I gave him a warm smile, figuring this was River being polite.

"He has a rack of clothes over here for you."

"Excuse me?" I turned towards River. "What is this?"

"I told him you'd be happy to be an extra." He grinned over the top of my mug.

"I can't be on camera."

"You have great bones. You'll do fine," David said, holding a tape measure up to my shoulders. "What size are you?"

"It will be good practice so you can do a cameo on your television show." River was barely containing his laughter at this point.

"I'm not doing that. I'm only there to consult."

"All the big writers do it. You should ask. This will give you some experience."

"Have you been plotting against me this whole time?" I nearly said 'and to think I gave you my body,' but bit it back because of the way David was looking at us.

"No, David asked if you were one of the models and I said you could be." He was way too amused by this.

"You'll be fine," Iris said through a yawn, walking around in his boxers.

"It's no wonder you have whole social media accounts dedicated to your package when you walk around like that," I said, walking to the coffee pot to make myself another since it didn't appear River would give mine back.

"You told him?" Iris' mouth hung open and he truly looked betrayed.

"I had to warn him in case he stumbled on the one of mine." River held back a laugh because that wasn't the reason at all. He'd taken great pleasure in laughing about just how many such accounts there were dedicated to his best friend.

"Friendship off." Iris flipped through the clothes on the rack.

"I was thinking this for you…" David started but was shut down with one look. "Or you could pick out what you want to wear. You know, Alexander won't have my ass or anything," he muttered as he left Iris to it.

"Don't worry, David. You can pick our clothes."

"Don't use your uselessness when it comes to fashion to try and soothe my injured pride!" David winked at me, and I laughed.

Iris held up a middle finger. "I like my style, thank you."

"He's lucky he has good taste. Most white boys don't have any. You should have seen Shawn Mendes before I got a hold of him. All flannel all the time." David shuddered.

"I know I'm hopeless. This is why we have you." River put on his most charming smile.

David side-eyed Iris with contempt. “For the flattery, I'm going to make sure you two are the best dressed in the whole video."

"You do love me." River came over to lean on the counter next to me. "See how good he'll take care of us?"

I groaned.

"I'm taking that as a yes."

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We stood in the middle of a street in Spain a few hours later. A small crew with us, as well as a bunch of models getting checked over then makeup touched up.

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