Page 39 of Broken Harmony
“Yes, just like that.” The camera goes off, and my eyes find Liam’s for the briefest of seconds.
Oh. Maybe Mark is right. Liam looks pissed.
Why does that turn me on so much? Could he really be jealous?
If so, why? He acts like he can’t stand me for the most part.
And why do I care so much? Maybe he wants nothing to do with me because I’m his boss. It would make sense. Most people don’t want to get involved with the people who pay them. It’s messy.
But damn it. Why doesn’t my mind or body get that memo? It’s a bad idea. I am his boss. My life is in his hands. I shouldn’t be thinking about anything more than that.
Try telling that to my heart, body, and mind.
The photographer instructs us to move into different positions, and I get into it, playing along, having fun. I keep sneaking glances at the mirror to my left, and I look hot as fuck. I might not wear this stuff to work out, but it sure is working to drive Liam wild.
“Alright. Mark, cup her ass, hold her close,” the photographer requests, and that’s all it takes for Liam to get up off his seat and storm over to us.
“Enough!” he barks, and my spine stiffens. My worried eyes flick over to him, but he’s not talking to me. He’s glaring at the photographer. “I think you got enough. This is a photo shoot, not a porno.”
The guy glares at Liam, but he doesn’t fight him on it. “That’s enough for today. I got some good shots. It’s going to be amazing.” He smiles, turning his attention away from Liam.
“Come on,” Liam mutters, grabbing my folded clothes that were set off to the side and handing them to me.
“Oh, come on. It’s just a little fun,” I pout up at him as I take the clothes from him.
“Fun?” he growls. “That man looked three seconds away from mounting you.”
I bite my lip, trying not to smile. He’s so wrong, but I don’t tell him that.
Looking over my shoulder at Mark when Liam turns away, he winks and I grin back.
Making Liam jealous seemed to work, but at what cost? The car ride back to the bus is filled with tense silence.
I need to stop. I’m playing a game where no one wins.
Still, I can’t seem to help myself. I want Liam. My heart and body crave him, but I don’t fucking know why!
And it doesn’t change the fact that I’m still madly in love with Lulu.
I’m so confused about what to do.
I told myself no relationships, career first.
But when I go to bed alone at night, all I can think about is Lulu on one side and Liam on the other.
My mind is a fucked up mess, just like the rest of me I guess.
***
It’s hours later, and I’m drunk. Really drunk. I hardly drink, not really liking the feeling of not being in control of my own body.
But after today, I needed to get out of my head.
I’m on the roof of the apartment building that we were invited to for a party some celebrity is throwing. At first, I wasn’t going to come, but then the guys told me they were going, so I said fuck it.
Should have just stayed back because I spent most of the night being broody as hell, drinking.
Maybe I’m spending too much time with Liam. His personality is rubbing off on me.
