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My hands shake as I bend over and grab the note.

There’s only one person who I know would do something like this.

Jared.

Unfolding the piece of paper, I read the two word note.

You’re mine.

Chapter Eighteen

MARC

Staci is up to something,but whatever it is, I don’t have a clue.

What I do know is she’s a temptress.

Today’s photoshoot is formal wear part two. We had our solid suits photoshoot and now today is all about patterns.

I just hope Kat doesn’t give me a crazy pattern to wear because that will be way out of my comfort zone.

I get to the studio and park around the corner. If Jared comes here looking to start some shit, I don’t want him seeing my car parked here.

Walking through the back door, I see Kat is already here and getting suits together.

She looks surprised to see me. “Wow, you’re here early.”

I shrug. “I figured since I was already up, I might as well head in a little early.”

She looks back at the rack of suits. “I was just trying to pick out the best suits for today.”

She turns back towards me and holds up a gray plaid suit with a matching vest. “What do you think of this suit with a black shirt and a light gray tie?”

I don’t know how she does it, but that would be the perfect combination for that suit. “I think you are exceptional at what you do.”

“Well, then you can wear this one.”

It’s a bold pattern, but not as crazy as I thought it was going to be.

“Sounds great.”

I sit in the makeup chair and let Kat work her magic on me. I used to think it was weird that I had to have a little makeup applied, but now it doesn’t bother me.

As long as I’m not the one applying it.

I chuckle to myself as Kat uses a giant brush to apply something to my face. The bristles are soft and ticklish.

When she is done applying whatever makeup she deems necessary, she rubs some beard balm into my scruffy beard and says, “All done. You can get changed if you want, or you can wait for Adam and Kelly to arrive.”

I take the offered suit and head to the changing room. This suit fits me like it was made for me. The length is perfect, and the fit is flattering.

Reaching into my gym bag, I dig out the pair of dress socks I put in there this morning. I slip them on before getting into the pair of black dress shoes.

If Staci thought I looked good in my last suit, I can’t wait to see her reaction to this one.

After tying the tie, I throw my clothes in my gym bag and head out to the studio to see if Staci has made it yet.

No one is here except me and Kat.

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