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seen. Everything about her seemed mechanical, as if a robot had replaced the Sadie I knew.
Instead of asking what was up—because there was obviously something going on—I told her what I wanted for the shoot. She flipped her hair this way and that, letting the fans catch her just right, but none of it felt right. She clearly had something on her mind.
I kept telling myself that it could be something other than my date with Tessa.
I thought for sure Tessa had enjoyed herself as much as I had, but then she hadn’t wanted to come back home with me like every other woman practically begged me to do.
Did I lose her?
I moved one of the fans back a few feet and wanted to kick myself. How could I lose her if she was never mine to begin with? Dammit. I thought for sure we’d hit it off and maybe, just maybe, she could have been my way to stay in the country.
My phone buzzed in my pocket and my heart started hammering just as hard.
It was her.
I pulled my cell out and got the urge to change my number.
Paisley had left me another message. When would she get the hint that I didn’t want to talk to her? Sure, I’d slept with her a few times before, but we weren’t in a relationship or anything. She’d always seemed to get that before.
One word to Paisley about needing to stay in-country and I’d be covered. Small problem with that—the thought of waking up next to her every day made me want to leave the country.
“Let’s take a few without the fan.”
Sadie blinked at me like she’d been as far away from the shoot as I’d just been. She sighed and said, “Sorry, what?”
“We’re done.” I tried to give her a smile but she didn’t even look in my direction before ducking behind the curtain to change back into her regular clothes.
Had Tessa really had that bad of a time with me?
Not possible. Not after that kiss we shared. I got hard just thinking about it. There was no way she didn’t feel something for me.
I pulled out my phone. Seeing yet another message from Paisley, it took every bit of willpower to not turn it off right then.
I flipped open my bag and slipped my camera inside. When Sadie grabbed her purse, I said, “We still on for Friday?” I had no idea where that came from. Only that if I couldn’t reach Tessa by then, I had to know what was going on.
“Don’t think we had anything on the schedule.”
“I need some more shots in the pink corset. There’s a new filter I want to try.”
Sadie shifted her stance as though thinking something over. “I can’t this week. Some things happened that I can’t really talk about.”
“Maybe it’s something I can help with.” There wasn’t much that money couldn’t fix, except visa issues, apparently.
“It’s . . . I really have to go.” Sadie headed for the door. “I’ll call you next week. If you still need those shots, we’ll figure it out then.”
“Sounds like a plan,” I said as she walked from the studio.
Except it didn’t. That wasn’t at all what I was hoping for today. Sadie had always been quick to joke around. She was one of the most easy-going models I knew. Something was up and I planned to figure out just what that might be before it drove me mad.
I flipped off the fan and tried to remember a time that she didn’t help me tear down her shoot.
This had something to do with Tessa and I was going to find out what.
I pulled my phone out, thankful that I hadn’t received another message from Paisley, and called Tessa.
“Come on, answer.”
“Hello—”
My heart leapt. “Hi Tessa.”
“I can’t make it to my phone . . .”
“Dammit.” I hated it when messages sounded like someone had answered the phone.
I wanted it to be her.
To hear her voice for real.
I left her a message, telling her that I had a great time Saturday night and looked forward to seeing her again. All the stuff I should have said before instead of the quick text I sent days ago.
But really, if she had as good of a time Saturday
Instead of asking what was up—because there was obviously something going on—I told her what I wanted for the shoot. She flipped her hair this way and that, letting the fans catch her just right, but none of it felt right. She clearly had something on her mind.
I kept telling myself that it could be something other than my date with Tessa.
I thought for sure Tessa had enjoyed herself as much as I had, but then she hadn’t wanted to come back home with me like every other woman practically begged me to do.
Did I lose her?
I moved one of the fans back a few feet and wanted to kick myself. How could I lose her if she was never mine to begin with? Dammit. I thought for sure we’d hit it off and maybe, just maybe, she could have been my way to stay in the country.
My phone buzzed in my pocket and my heart started hammering just as hard.
It was her.
I pulled my cell out and got the urge to change my number.
Paisley had left me another message. When would she get the hint that I didn’t want to talk to her? Sure, I’d slept with her a few times before, but we weren’t in a relationship or anything. She’d always seemed to get that before.
One word to Paisley about needing to stay in-country and I’d be covered. Small problem with that—the thought of waking up next to her every day made me want to leave the country.
“Let’s take a few without the fan.”
Sadie blinked at me like she’d been as far away from the shoot as I’d just been. She sighed and said, “Sorry, what?”
“We’re done.” I tried to give her a smile but she didn’t even look in my direction before ducking behind the curtain to change back into her regular clothes.
Had Tessa really had that bad of a time with me?
Not possible. Not after that kiss we shared. I got hard just thinking about it. There was no way she didn’t feel something for me.
I pulled out my phone. Seeing yet another message from Paisley, it took every bit of willpower to not turn it off right then.
I flipped open my bag and slipped my camera inside. When Sadie grabbed her purse, I said, “We still on for Friday?” I had no idea where that came from. Only that if I couldn’t reach Tessa by then, I had to know what was going on.
“Don’t think we had anything on the schedule.”
“I need some more shots in the pink corset. There’s a new filter I want to try.”
Sadie shifted her stance as though thinking something over. “I can’t this week. Some things happened that I can’t really talk about.”
“Maybe it’s something I can help with.” There wasn’t much that money couldn’t fix, except visa issues, apparently.
“It’s . . . I really have to go.” Sadie headed for the door. “I’ll call you next week. If you still need those shots, we’ll figure it out then.”
“Sounds like a plan,” I said as she walked from the studio.
Except it didn’t. That wasn’t at all what I was hoping for today. Sadie had always been quick to joke around. She was one of the most easy-going models I knew. Something was up and I planned to figure out just what that might be before it drove me mad.
I flipped off the fan and tried to remember a time that she didn’t help me tear down her shoot.
This had something to do with Tessa and I was going to find out what.
I pulled my phone out, thankful that I hadn’t received another message from Paisley, and called Tessa.
“Come on, answer.”
“Hello—”
My heart leapt. “Hi Tessa.”
“I can’t make it to my phone . . .”
“Dammit.” I hated it when messages sounded like someone had answered the phone.
I wanted it to be her.
To hear her voice for real.
I left her a message, telling her that I had a great time Saturday night and looked forward to seeing her again. All the stuff I should have said before instead of the quick text I sent days ago.
But really, if she had as good of a time Saturday
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