front of me. It's like some fucked-up kindergarten class re-enactment.
"I don't get why you aren't just having us pose and then figure out the story later," says Ella. "Isn't that what you did with Dallas and Evan last year?"
The rest of my models hum in agreement. Dallas and Evan high-five.
"Hey now," says Adam, motioning to Delilah. "Give us some credit. We were a part of that issue too."
I snap my fingers. "Focus. I don't have time to fuck around with a bunch of random shoots in the hopes that something sticks. Andrea is flying in tomorrow. By that time, we need to have come up with a decent plot for the storybook. This is all due in two weeks. My ideas are shit, Andrea's ideas have been better, but nothing has stuck. Start throwing stuff out."
Everyone thinks for a moment. Chloe giggles at whatever pops into her head, then quickly covers her mouth.
"Spit it out," I tell her.
"No!" she squeals. I forgot how shy she is. Probably the most naive and innocent out of all my models.
"Strip club," says Adam.
I roll my eyes. "Too much development."
"And too boring," says Evan. "Since we have this house to work with... heirs and heiresses?" She wrinkles her nose, like she hates her own idea.
"Don't make me vomit, Rylan ," I tease.
"We could use the beach!" says Delilah.
"The thing with the beach is finding one with enough privacy, which in Malibu, is next to impossible."
Dallas snaps his fingers. "Got it," he says with a dumb grin.
I raise my eyebrow.
"What your parents said earlier got me thinking. We want to keep the young vibe for the storybooks that we had with EPE in order to keep our audience, right?"
I cross my arms. "Go on."
"Frats and Sororities."
I open my mouth to shoot down the idea, then snap it shut again, thinking. Murmuring fills the room.
"That's not half bad," says Evan, planting a reward kiss on Dallas's cheek.
"College kids are horny as hell," I muse. "Can you imagine all the weird sexual shit that goes on in those houses across the country that's totally off the record? Weird, illegal hazing rituals and party games?" I point to Dallas. "Remind me to keep you around for brainstorming."
"But that isn't making the best use of the house," Delilah argues. "Sorority and fraternity houses are fucking disgusting. Trust me, I've spent way too many mornings waking up hungover in them after some insane party. It's a really good idea for a later storybook, but it's not taking advantage of this place." She motions to the space around her.
The room falls silent, and everyone starts looking around the living room, out the large glass windows to the ocean, and behind us, to the massive marble fountain inside.
I groan. Delilah's right. We need to make use of this house. But I have no idea how.
"Fine," I growl. Ella is right too. Maybe I should just shoot until something sticks.
And I know who my go-to couple is.
///
I try for something simple. A bedroom scene with a room facing the ocean. If I'm lucky, I'll be able to catch the last light of twilight, but I'm not holding my breath.
It doesn't really matter, because every time Dallas and Evan pose together, no one is paying attention to the setting.
While Evan and Dallas should still be in makeup, someone knocks on the door to the room. I open it to peek out, but Jaime’s quick, slipping inside and pushing me up against the wall. His mouth is at my throat, tongue gliding up my neck.
"What... you think you can just... come in here whenever you want... and sex me up?" I gasp.
He chuckles and drags his teeth across my earlobe. My legs give out, but he holds me up. "No, but I think if you didn't want me to, you'd tell me."
"Fuck you," I mutter.
He kisses my lips chastely right when Evan knocks, and Jaime pulls back as she and Dallas enter the room.
Jaime shakes his head. "Britain McCulley... business as usual."
"Damn straight."
"Here to watch?" Evan drawls, eyeing Jaime up and down.
Jaime grins like a cheshire cat. "As always."
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"I don't get why you aren't just having us pose and then figure out the story later," says Ella. "Isn't that what you did with Dallas and Evan last year?"
The rest of my models hum in agreement. Dallas and Evan high-five.
"Hey now," says Adam, motioning to Delilah. "Give us some credit. We were a part of that issue too."
I snap my fingers. "Focus. I don't have time to fuck around with a bunch of random shoots in the hopes that something sticks. Andrea is flying in tomorrow. By that time, we need to have come up with a decent plot for the storybook. This is all due in two weeks. My ideas are shit, Andrea's ideas have been better, but nothing has stuck. Start throwing stuff out."
Everyone thinks for a moment. Chloe giggles at whatever pops into her head, then quickly covers her mouth.
"Spit it out," I tell her.
"No!" she squeals. I forgot how shy she is. Probably the most naive and innocent out of all my models.
"Strip club," says Adam.
I roll my eyes. "Too much development."
"And too boring," says Evan. "Since we have this house to work with... heirs and heiresses?" She wrinkles her nose, like she hates her own idea.
"Don't make me vomit, Rylan ," I tease.
"We could use the beach!" says Delilah.
"The thing with the beach is finding one with enough privacy, which in Malibu, is next to impossible."
Dallas snaps his fingers. "Got it," he says with a dumb grin.
I raise my eyebrow.
"What your parents said earlier got me thinking. We want to keep the young vibe for the storybooks that we had with EPE in order to keep our audience, right?"
I cross my arms. "Go on."
"Frats and Sororities."
I open my mouth to shoot down the idea, then snap it shut again, thinking. Murmuring fills the room.
"That's not half bad," says Evan, planting a reward kiss on Dallas's cheek.
"College kids are horny as hell," I muse. "Can you imagine all the weird sexual shit that goes on in those houses across the country that's totally off the record? Weird, illegal hazing rituals and party games?" I point to Dallas. "Remind me to keep you around for brainstorming."
"But that isn't making the best use of the house," Delilah argues. "Sorority and fraternity houses are fucking disgusting. Trust me, I've spent way too many mornings waking up hungover in them after some insane party. It's a really good idea for a later storybook, but it's not taking advantage of this place." She motions to the space around her.
The room falls silent, and everyone starts looking around the living room, out the large glass windows to the ocean, and behind us, to the massive marble fountain inside.
I groan. Delilah's right. We need to make use of this house. But I have no idea how.
"Fine," I growl. Ella is right too. Maybe I should just shoot until something sticks.
And I know who my go-to couple is.
///
I try for something simple. A bedroom scene with a room facing the ocean. If I'm lucky, I'll be able to catch the last light of twilight, but I'm not holding my breath.
It doesn't really matter, because every time Dallas and Evan pose together, no one is paying attention to the setting.
While Evan and Dallas should still be in makeup, someone knocks on the door to the room. I open it to peek out, but Jaime’s quick, slipping inside and pushing me up against the wall. His mouth is at my throat, tongue gliding up my neck.
"What... you think you can just... come in here whenever you want... and sex me up?" I gasp.
He chuckles and drags his teeth across my earlobe. My legs give out, but he holds me up. "No, but I think if you didn't want me to, you'd tell me."
"Fuck you," I mutter.
He kisses my lips chastely right when Evan knocks, and Jaime pulls back as she and Dallas enter the room.
Jaime shakes his head. "Britain McCulley... business as usual."
"Damn straight."
"Here to watch?" Evan drawls, eyeing Jaime up and down.
Jaime grins like a cheshire cat. "As always."
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