Page 40 of Refraction

“Cal!”

Zoe interrupted him before he’d decided whether to hit Send. He didn’t.

“Zozo!” He and Zoe had done dozens of shoots together—they had great chemistry, and photographers dug it. They’d also become pretty tight in the last year or so, and he was happy to see her on his set. “What’s up, beautiful?”

“Are you on this shoot too?” Zoe hurried to him. “Why don’t they ever tell me?”

Calvin shrugged. They never told him in advance who he’d be working with either. “Don’t smudge me, girlfriend.”

She nodded and gave him a not-kiss. “How are you?”

“I’m good.”I’m great. I’m having the most amazing affair. I’ve lost my mind.“You?”

“Good. Busy. Hungry. Frozen.”

“Word.”

“What hotness are you wearing this time?”

He pushed away from the wall he’d been leaning on and opened his robe to show her his white trunks. “Shapewear, Zozo! Look at my ass!” He turned around, and she lifted up his robe.

“Oh my God.”

“Right?”

“They’re like a pushup bra for your tushie.”

They were. Right down to the whole lift and separate thing. Tucker would love them.

Calvin laughed. “You should have seen the ‘maximizers’ I had on this morning.” They reminded him of when his mom would stuff shoulder pads in her bra.

“As if you need maximizing.” Oh, Zoe was so good for his ego. She shook her head at him. “I think your trunks cover up less than mine for once.”

“Ah, but did you get a bra this time?” He already knew the answer.

Zoe snorted. “Yeah, right.”

“Oh, goodie! I get to touch your boobies again.”

“You just wish you had your own.”

“Sometimes. Not often, though.” He winked at her. They might be fun for a night now and then.

“Ms. Jones, Mr. McIntire.” The call was so formal.

“We’re up.”

Calvin was grateful it was all studio work today. It was freezing out again, and it had taken him a bit to get warm enough to parade around in underwear. On location, even indoors, could be sketchy this time of year.

He followed Zoe onto a green screen stage and dropped his robe into the hands of the intern he’d been assigned for the day. His name was Lee, and he was cute as anything—he was probably twenty, but it was hard to believe he was a day over fifteen.

“Lee. Phone.”

Lee smiled at him and took his phone, and Calvin gave him a wink. “Thank you, sweetheart.”

“You’re welcome, Mr. McIntire.” Lee ducked his head and scooted off set.

“That blush might be worth talking to, huh?” Zoe teased.

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