Page 38 of Broken Harmony
“Ahh,” she looks from me to Liam. “Are you Ally?”
“Sure am. And you are?” I ask, cocking my head to the side.
“Can you lower your gun?” she asks Liam.
“He won’t do that until you tell us who you are.” I smile. It’s like having my own guard dog. I love it. He really takes no chances, and it’s totally hot.
“I’m Bonnie.” She swallows hard. “I’m in charge of the photo shoot for GR Wear.”
“Ohhhh, why didn’t you just say so?” I turn to Liam. “Down, Cujo.”
His eyes drop to mine, glaring at me, but he puts his gun away.
“Stay here,” he growls, getting out of the car and making his way over to me. Bonnie keeps a wide berth as Liam opens my car door.
“Always the gentleman.” I wink, taking his hand and letting him pull me to my feet. Any chance to touch him, I’m taking it.
“Wanna tell me why this photoshoot is being done in this abandoned building?” Liam asks.
“It’s one of the companies’. It looks rough on the outside, but the inside is converted into different studios for shoots.”
“When you say shoots, do you mean photoshoots?” I grin. “Do they shoot more than just photos?”
“What do you mean?” Bonnie asks, brows furrowing.
“They’re not filming porn here, Ally,” Liam sighs heavily.
“Hey, you never know. This is Hollywood after all. Wouldn’t surprise me.” I shrug and start heading towards the building, not having a clue where I'm going.
“Crazy-ass woman.” I hear Liam mumble under his breath, making me smile.
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“Ally, could I get you to straddle him, please?” the photographer asks.
My eyes flick over to his, and I raise a brow.
“Don’t have to worry about me getting a stiffy or anything, doll face,” Mark, the model underneath me, chuckles. “You're not my type.”
“Because I’m an Omega?” I ask him.
“No. Because you're not a man.” He grins wide. “Also, think you could tell that to your man over there? Because he’s glaring at me like he wants to rip me apart. And not in the fun way if you know what I mean.” He wiggles his eyebrows.
I snort out a laugh. “Don’t mind him. He just takes his job seriously.”
“Job?” Mark raises his brows. “He’s your bodyguard?” I nod. “Mhm, girl. He wants to do more than just guard your body.”
“Stop,” I laugh, and I swear I hear Liam growl.
“I think someone is a little jelly,” Mark hums.
It’s wrong of me, but I just can’t help myself. “Want to test that theory?”
Mark grins. “I’m down.”
“Like this?” I ask the photographer. I lower myself down on Mark, the position putting my breast really close to his face.
The photo shoot is for a sports wear line, promoting workout gear. It’s just glorified underwear if you ask me. But hey, they make my tits and ass look great.
