Page 36 of Rock Out Together
My heart slams and I almost fall out of my seat.
“Scared you again?” Ronan asks, amusement dancing across his features. He rests his butt against the desk and looks at the screen. “Jesus,” he says in surprise. “Have you touched these up?”
“No, these are the raw images.”
“Fuck,” he murmurs, impressed. “Can I see mine?”
I’m not sure I want to do that, not before I’ve seen them first. Photography can be a very personal thing between the subject and photographer. What will he see when he looks at his images? The last thing I need is Ronan Christian seeing beyond to the meaning behind them.
“You’re not supposed to be looking at these,” I try to deflect.
“Come on,” he grips the edges of the desk and shifts his ass a little closer. “You know mine are going to be the best, right?”
His cologne smells divine. I’m swaying toward him when Marissa stops in front of the desk.
“Cora, thank you so much, this has been an amazing day, but we have to get going.”
“We do?” Ronan asks.
“Yes, Ronan.” Marissa gives him a look. It’s more amusedthan the tone of her voice would imply. Yeah, she sees right through him. “Cora, how long before we get the proofs through?”
“I should have them completed by tomorrow.”
“That fast?” she asks.
“At the risk of giving anyone a big head” I side-eye Ronan. “They’re all very photogenic.”
“That’s very diplomatic of you.” She smirks. “But I know what you mean.”
“We’re all gorgeous,” Ronan says.
“Oh god.” Marissa rolls her eyes. She thanks me again and says she’ll be in touch about the album cover shoot, then she grabs Ronan’s arm and, much to his annoyance, tugs him away.
I close the screen so no one else can get a sneak peek and head over to the set to put away my cameras. I can be professional until they’re gone. Then I’m having one hell of a party to celebrate that I just got a major job that can bring me untold exposure.
The guys are all gathering their things. Perry leaves alone, saying he needs to get back to have dinner with his wife. My heart melts a little.
Wait…where is Ronan? My heart jumps into my throat when I see him near the back of the room looking around a screen I pulled over to hide what is behind there.
Without looking back, he disappears around the screen.
Shit. Did I make the bed before I came out of there this morning? Oh god, did I put away my vibrator?
Ronan returns and meets my eyes. The flirty, banteringRonan isn’t here anymore, his brow is furrowed in confusion. And concern. That’s unexpected, but he shouldn’t be nosing around where I definitely do not want him. I hurry over to get him away from my current, makeshift homestead.
Behind us the others are heading out.
“Are you living here?”
“Mind your business.”
“Cora?”
I tug on his arm to pull him away, but the man is immovable.
Ronan looks down at me, his brow furrowed. “We’ll get to how comfortable you are with touching me later. You’re living here, in your studio?”
“No.” I fold my arms.
