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“Thanks for the ride and for letting me crash at your house.” I know I have said it before, but I want him to know just how thankful I am for his kindness.

Who knows what would have happened if Marc wasn’t around last night. I shudder as my mind shows me several situations that don't end well.

“Anytime.” He says as we walk through the back door.

He heads to the makeup station, and I head to the computer.

Like yesterday, I turn on the computer and load the program before fixing the muslin backdrop. I switch my camera batteries and charge the one I used yesterday.

Typically, I get everything ready for the next day, but last night wasn’t a typical night.

Since today is a swimsuit day, the models need extra time to prepare. Not only do their faces need to look flawless, but their entire chest and abs do as well.

Once my equipment is set up and ready for the first model, I walk over to the coffee bar that is next to the couches and make a very strong hot cup of coffee.

Without waiting for it to cool down, I take a gulp, wincing as it burns my tongue.

“Fuck, that is hot.” I mumble to myself.

A few chuckles come from the models waiting for their turn at the makeup station.

I look over at the clothing racks and see that resort swimsuits look like dress shorts for the water.

Running my hand through them, I feel the silkiness of the material. It’s pretty smart to make them out of quick dry fabric. I see that each pair of trunks comes with a matching button up short-sleeve shirt.

This gives me options to have some models with their shirt on and some without their shirt on. Looking at the tag inside the shirt, I see that this material says it is also non-staining, so the guys shouldn’t have to wash off the oil before throwing the shirt on.

With nothing else going on, I sit in my chair at the computer and watch as Kat gets the models ready.

My gaze immediately goes to Marc. It seems likeI always gravitate to him. I watch as the bubbly assistant, Kat, rubs oil all over him.

Emotion seems to bubble up inside me. Am I feeling jealous?

Staring at the two of them, I see him smile as she laughs at whatever he says.

Yep.

I am totally feeling jealous.

It makes sense since the two of us shared a very intimate kiss last night, but that was against the rules and I should probably forget it ever happened.

Adam’s voice brings my attention back to this side of the studio. “Where do you want me, boss?”

“In the middle. I’ll take some shots of just you and then other models can join in as they finish getting ready.”

Standing up, I make my way to the camera as Adam gets settled into his first pose.

I snap a few photos before he changes it up.

Adam seems extra flirty today. I can’t complain because it is making my life so much easier.

“You flirting with the camera is making these photos perfect!” I comment loud enough for him to hear.

“All for you.” He gives me a wink.

Wait, what?

Is he actually flirting with me or is it just for the photoshoot?

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