out of your way, don't worry." He tosses me another shit-eating grin, and I try my hardest not to grimace.
"Do you have the release forms for the house?" I ask. All legal crap that my publisher made sure I dealt with.
"They're inside. Come in, and your models can choose the bedrooms they want on the ocean wing. My room is on the other side of the house. Should you need a place to stay — I'm kidding, of course," he says quickly before I even have a chance to register that he might be hitting on me.
I hear Jaime snort behind me.
The inside of the house is everything I expected it to be from looking at the outside, and maybe even more. I mean, there's a fountain in the foyer.
A motherfucking fountain.
"I call dibs on fucking someone in that," Ella murmurs. I shoot her a glare, but luckily, Micah doesn't act like he hears her. Or maybe he doesn't care. The majority of the walls are glass from top to bottom, and other than the sand-colored beams holding everything place, there is nothing but the ocean sunset surrounding us. Dark water and orange and pink light. Goddamn, I could easily get used to this.
"Everyone can find their rooms, and Britain, you can follow me into..." Micah's eyes rest on Cam and Jaime for the first time. "Gentlemen," he says with intrigue.
"Sup," says Cam.
"Haven't seen you in a while, Mr. Rivera."
Jaime slaps on this wide-eyed, crooked expression, I'm guessing to make Micah feel like an idiot. "Oh, you know, I've been busy." He then nods toward me, a nod Micah will see as referring to modeling for me and not a nod referring to screwing me. I know Jaime is aware of the double meaning.
Micah eyes Jaime up and down before turning and motioning for me to follow him into the dining room. When he's out of ear's reach and Cam is exploring to room behind the fountain, Jaime mutters, "He's so gay."
I scoff. "Is not. If he was gay he wouldn't wrangle me into being his fake girlfriend."
"Says you. You're his beard and he was totally making eyes with me just now."
"He's not gay," I stress again. "He was flirty with me at the luncheon. He can't settle down because he likes screwing around with women too much. You said so yourself that he's probably going to try and get into my pants.”
"Uh huh," he says slowly, crossing his arms over his chest. "We'll see how long he resists keeping his hands off me."
I gape at him. "You can't be serious."
"What?" he asks innocently. "If you get to play fake girlfriend, I should be able to have some fun too."
I roll my eyes. "I hate you," I say, turning to follow Micah into the dining room.
"You love me," Jaime calls.
Micah has the contracts laid across the tabletop when I arrive. He hands me a pen and I read all of it carefully, taking a photo of each page and immediately sending it to my publisher. Amora Acquisitions dealt with all the release forms for me in Boston, and I never had to worry about this stuff prior to that because I always shot in my studio.
"I feel like a big girl now," I say out loud, sliding the pen across the table.
"Pleasure doing business with you," Micah says suavely. "Feel free to begin your... procedures tonight. I expect you're aware of the benefit dinner next week."
"I'll be your arm candy, no worries," I say dryly.
He walks to the arch leading to his private wing of the house. "I'll be through here, if you'd like some company tonight." He winks and then disappears through the arch.
I can't stop the guffaw escaping my mouth.
Gay. Jaime thinks he knows men soooooooooooooo well.
///
My first mode of business is holding a welcome meeting for all of my models, despite the fact that they've already been welcomed to Malibu by my parents with food and booze. But now we have to get serious. They're here and I have a beautiful house to work with and still no theme for the storybook.
I sit in a white leather chair with my back to the window showcasing the ocean while all of my models sit cross-legged or sprawled out on the floor in
"Do you have the release forms for the house?" I ask. All legal crap that my publisher made sure I dealt with.
"They're inside. Come in, and your models can choose the bedrooms they want on the ocean wing. My room is on the other side of the house. Should you need a place to stay — I'm kidding, of course," he says quickly before I even have a chance to register that he might be hitting on me.
I hear Jaime snort behind me.
The inside of the house is everything I expected it to be from looking at the outside, and maybe even more. I mean, there's a fountain in the foyer.
A motherfucking fountain.
"I call dibs on fucking someone in that," Ella murmurs. I shoot her a glare, but luckily, Micah doesn't act like he hears her. Or maybe he doesn't care. The majority of the walls are glass from top to bottom, and other than the sand-colored beams holding everything place, there is nothing but the ocean sunset surrounding us. Dark water and orange and pink light. Goddamn, I could easily get used to this.
"Everyone can find their rooms, and Britain, you can follow me into..." Micah's eyes rest on Cam and Jaime for the first time. "Gentlemen," he says with intrigue.
"Sup," says Cam.
"Haven't seen you in a while, Mr. Rivera."
Jaime slaps on this wide-eyed, crooked expression, I'm guessing to make Micah feel like an idiot. "Oh, you know, I've been busy." He then nods toward me, a nod Micah will see as referring to modeling for me and not a nod referring to screwing me. I know Jaime is aware of the double meaning.
Micah eyes Jaime up and down before turning and motioning for me to follow him into the dining room. When he's out of ear's reach and Cam is exploring to room behind the fountain, Jaime mutters, "He's so gay."
I scoff. "Is not. If he was gay he wouldn't wrangle me into being his fake girlfriend."
"Says you. You're his beard and he was totally making eyes with me just now."
"He's not gay," I stress again. "He was flirty with me at the luncheon. He can't settle down because he likes screwing around with women too much. You said so yourself that he's probably going to try and get into my pants.”
"Uh huh," he says slowly, crossing his arms over his chest. "We'll see how long he resists keeping his hands off me."
I gape at him. "You can't be serious."
"What?" he asks innocently. "If you get to play fake girlfriend, I should be able to have some fun too."
I roll my eyes. "I hate you," I say, turning to follow Micah into the dining room.
"You love me," Jaime calls.
Micah has the contracts laid across the tabletop when I arrive. He hands me a pen and I read all of it carefully, taking a photo of each page and immediately sending it to my publisher. Amora Acquisitions dealt with all the release forms for me in Boston, and I never had to worry about this stuff prior to that because I always shot in my studio.
"I feel like a big girl now," I say out loud, sliding the pen across the table.
"Pleasure doing business with you," Micah says suavely. "Feel free to begin your... procedures tonight. I expect you're aware of the benefit dinner next week."
"I'll be your arm candy, no worries," I say dryly.
He walks to the arch leading to his private wing of the house. "I'll be through here, if you'd like some company tonight." He winks and then disappears through the arch.
I can't stop the guffaw escaping my mouth.
Gay. Jaime thinks he knows men soooooooooooooo well.
///
My first mode of business is holding a welcome meeting for all of my models, despite the fact that they've already been welcomed to Malibu by my parents with food and booze. But now we have to get serious. They're here and I have a beautiful house to work with and still no theme for the storybook.
I sit in a white leather chair with my back to the window showcasing the ocean while all of my models sit cross-legged or sprawled out on the floor in
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