Page 35 of Rock Out Together
“Are we going to pretend you didn’t hear everything while you stood over there watching me?”
“I’m impressed by your directness, Cora. It’s perfect.”
Her head cocks to the side and she stares into my eyes. “Careful, Ronan, that’s the second time you’ve told me I’m perfect.”
“Hey, I tell it like I see it, too.”
She is about to say something snarky, if her little intake of breath and her lips parting are anything to go by. No words come out. A sense of pride fills me. I stumped her with that comment.
“Um…” She brushes her hair behind her ear. I grin like an idiot. Cora nudges me in my stomach and walks around me. “We should get started. Grayson, are you ready?”
“I’m all yours,” he says sauntering over to the set, eyeing me as Cora walks over to join him.
“Over my dead body,” I mutter.
“That girl will eat you alive.”
My eyes lock on Cora as she adjusts some lights and picks up her camera. “Who says I wouldn’t enjoy it?” I say in response to Marissa’s observation.
Marissa fake gags. Usually, I’d have something to say about that, but my focus is one hundred percent on Cora.The guys could start a naked conga line and it wouldn’t distract me.
“I think I’m in love.”
Marissa groans. “God help us all.”
cora
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This isthe most fun I’ve had in ages. All the members of Velvet Echo are great. Such unique personalities but not one of them is a diva or an asshole.
From what I’ve seen in the press, the biggest asshole in the band isn’t around anymore. Christopher has been bitter about his firing from the band.
There isn’t any mention of him as we work but it is the elephant in the room. This whole photoshoot is about the new line up. I’m just glad they chose me. And I know who I have to thank for that.
The last few months my photography has slipped into a more money focused endeavor, as in pay the bills, rather than amass a fortune. I haven’t had a real project to work on in ages. Something I can use my creative process with.
Working with people who are used to being photographed helps. All the guys take direction really well,even Ronan. They’re handsome with plenty of attributes, but Ronan is different.
It’s odd because Perry is more my type, the muscular dark-haired guy covered in tattoos and the kind of smile that could melt you with one curve of those sinful lips. There is something magnetic about Ronan that is messing with my panties.
We’re finished with the actual modeling part. As I check out the last round of shots of Caden, I can’t help but peer around the screen to watch Ronan.
It’s happened far too often throughout this shoot. I kept my shit together when I was taking his pictures. Outwardly. Barely. At one point a bucket of cold water may have been required.
I already know his pictures are going to be amazing because that old adage is true. Ronan knows his angles, and he knows how to smolder. He was making love to my camera.
More likethroughmy camera. Half the time it felt like he was stripping me naked as he followed my instructions, watching me.
I’m not convinced I hid how flustered he got me when he was changing his top. Instead of stepping aside to do it, he just pulled his T-shirt off right in front of me.
In that way, when a guy grabs the fabric at the back of his neck and just lifts the whole thing over his head, biceps flexing. Unveiling all that tanned, smooth, bare sexiness.
The whole time I’ve been reliving that moment, andhaving dirty thoughts about him, Ronan has been staring at me.
I clear my throat, and my brain and go back to the layout of Caden, pulling the best and discarding the ones I wouldn’t want to show a client.
“Can I see?”
