Page 9 of Hot Stuff
The designers can’t know how revealing this design is. The material is so thin, so tight, Walker may as well be wearing paint, and as he heats up under the studio lights, the fabric seems to reveal more.
I kept this set for last because I knew he’d sweat in them and while there’s nothing wrong with seeing our clothing hard at work, I didn’t want to leave him sticky and uncomfortable the whole time Tanya directed him and moved around, her camera clicking.
“Can you drop your chin to your chest, put your hands on your hips like you’ve just completed a…” Tanya looks over the top of her camera. “A workout?”
Walker’s laughter floats around us. “You’re not into exercise, are you?” he asks Tanya.
“Does walking to the bathroom count?” she asks while putting her eye back to her camera.
Her answer has us all laughing. And in spite of Walker not being in the position she asked, Tanya clicks away, capturing what I’m sure are going to be the best shots of this whole session.
He’s gorgeous. There’s no denying it, but right now, with pure joy radiating off him, he’s spectacular. “We’re going to use those.”
Tanya glances at me over her shoulder, the grin on her face saying it all. She sees what I see.
“But take the ones you wanted too.” I remind them both of her directions and watch as Walker seamlessly morphs from carefree pleasure to serious just-finished-a-grueling-workout pose.
If I didn’t want the man to coach my team, I’d be seriously trying to talk him into a career in modeling. Hell, I might even make him the permanent face of Rogue.
Both clothing line and team.
Pondering that, I wait for Tanya to call the shoot.
Once she’s let Walker go change, I head over to her. “I want copies of those laughing shots sent to my personal email.”
“What’s swirling in that head of yours?” she asks.
“Not sure yet.”
“Oh, you’re sure. I’ve known you long enough to know when you’re being hit by a brilliant idea.”
“You have known me a while.”
“Don’t say how long.” She holds up a hand. “Neither of us needs to be reminded of how old we are,” she adds with a chuckle.
“True.”
We’re interrupted when Walker comes back. “Do you still want to talk?” His words are muffled by the shirt he’s pulling over his head.
I’ve spent the last few hours seeing him in various stages of undress and yet that one move, the simple donning of a t-shirt, has my insides tightening and my heart rate picking up speed.
I’m not sure how I feel about this attraction. I’m not going to lie to myself. I want him.
For the team.
For me.
Except I don’t mix business and pleasure.
Then again, I’ve never been tempted the way I am with Walker.
The next few months are going to be interesting. With the backlash I’m sure to get from the franchise announcement to the sexual tension zinging between us, the road to that first game is going to be a challenge.
But like I told Walker earlier.
I love a challenge.
Walker
