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downstairs. “All that’s left is the tub and kitchen, but I wanted to do that last since we can use artificial light.”
The red-haired camera assistant handed over a bottle of bath bubbles and Niomi scrutinized the label before she nodded and handed it back.
“Run it hot, I want her dewy,” Patty ordered.
“Turn up the heat,” Niomi countered. “Hot water will ruin her makeup faster.”
Lani stepped forward , and she and her assistant stripped Cass down to her thong and changed her jewelry.
Eyoen no longer bristled when a male wandered in or out. Though he did give one the stink eye when he lingered to stare at Cass’s impressive back view after delivering a white guitar. The young man scuttled out hurriedly.
Niomi chuckled, and he grinned at her and winked. But the moment passed, and then it was back to work.
When her lips were slicked a deep red, a rogue false eyelash righted and every stray hair subdued, Niomi stepped forward, judged the bubbles were thick and fluffy and high enough, and Cass stepped carefully in and began to pose. One leg poked through the suds, her head thrown back resting on the rim of the tub, utterly relaxed with eyes closed and a sexy little grin on her lips. Another shot showed bubbles clinging precariously to her lush breasts while she blew a hand full of them into the air. Another featured a soapy sponge and the lovely lines of her creamy back. His favorite one of this sequence brought in the white guitar. Cass sat on the edge of the tub, bubbles sliding down her limbs with the guitar in front of her and nothing else. She was unbearably lovely as she concentrated on the instrument, uncaring of her nakedness.
“Lani,” Niomi whispered.
“The earrings?”
The photographer nodded. “Studs?”
“The yellow sapphires.”
Niomi shook her head. “Too hard to see.”
“The orange?”
“Let me see them. Paulie.”
“I see it,” the hairdresser whispered, stepping forward with a bottle of his favorite potion and the smallest brush Lee had ever seen to smooth a tuft of hair beside Cass’ ear that had curled up from the damp.
“It’s fascinating,” Rierdane whispered. “I can’t wait to see the final pictures.”
Neither could Eyoen.
“Nimi,” the red head said. “Natty ’s on the phone. He wants to know where Cass is. Says she’s supposed to be in the studio.”
“It’s not gonna happen,” Niomi said absently, standing knee deep in suds, camera glued to one large hazel eye. “Hang up on him.”
Natty called Priti next.
“Cass?”
“Tell him I’ll see him tomorrow. I’m naked in a tub full of bubbles right now.”
Priti must have relayed the message exactly because she burst out laughing.
“He wants to come by here.”
Everyone laughed, but Eyoen was grateful no one invited the unseen man to join them.
They left just after 10 o’clock, 15 hours after they arrived.
“I’m beat,” Cass said.
Eyoen felt his borrowed human belly drop in disappointment. He wasn’t. He was horny as hell. Watching her pose seductively all day, clothed, unclothed, draped over furniture, every hair and patch of skin lovingly tended, he’d been hoping to coax Cass into bed.
“What is this hell?” Rierdane asked.
Eyoen frowned. He didn’t know. The phrase had just been there in his head.
“You okay?” Cass asked, putting her hand on his thigh. They were alone in the back seat.
Eyoen took her hand from his thigh and put it on the bulge between his legs. At first, when he’d learned the mechanics of inhabiting his host’s body he’d been mildly creeped out at the thought of fucking with another man’s dick.
Rierdane had scowled at him. “What do you plan to do then? Remain celibate and shame us all?”
He could have argued with his servant that no one on Cyanus would know, thus no one would be ashamed of his unlikely celibate behavior, but he’d known even then, that not having sex was an impossibility. How many times had he spent into one of his
The red-haired camera assistant handed over a bottle of bath bubbles and Niomi scrutinized the label before she nodded and handed it back.
“Run it hot, I want her dewy,” Patty ordered.
“Turn up the heat,” Niomi countered. “Hot water will ruin her makeup faster.”
Lani stepped forward , and she and her assistant stripped Cass down to her thong and changed her jewelry.
Eyoen no longer bristled when a male wandered in or out. Though he did give one the stink eye when he lingered to stare at Cass’s impressive back view after delivering a white guitar. The young man scuttled out hurriedly.
Niomi chuckled, and he grinned at her and winked. But the moment passed, and then it was back to work.
When her lips were slicked a deep red, a rogue false eyelash righted and every stray hair subdued, Niomi stepped forward, judged the bubbles were thick and fluffy and high enough, and Cass stepped carefully in and began to pose. One leg poked through the suds, her head thrown back resting on the rim of the tub, utterly relaxed with eyes closed and a sexy little grin on her lips. Another shot showed bubbles clinging precariously to her lush breasts while she blew a hand full of them into the air. Another featured a soapy sponge and the lovely lines of her creamy back. His favorite one of this sequence brought in the white guitar. Cass sat on the edge of the tub, bubbles sliding down her limbs with the guitar in front of her and nothing else. She was unbearably lovely as she concentrated on the instrument, uncaring of her nakedness.
“Lani,” Niomi whispered.
“The earrings?”
The photographer nodded. “Studs?”
“The yellow sapphires.”
Niomi shook her head. “Too hard to see.”
“The orange?”
“Let me see them. Paulie.”
“I see it,” the hairdresser whispered, stepping forward with a bottle of his favorite potion and the smallest brush Lee had ever seen to smooth a tuft of hair beside Cass’ ear that had curled up from the damp.
“It’s fascinating,” Rierdane whispered. “I can’t wait to see the final pictures.”
Neither could Eyoen.
“Nimi,” the red head said. “Natty ’s on the phone. He wants to know where Cass is. Says she’s supposed to be in the studio.”
“It’s not gonna happen,” Niomi said absently, standing knee deep in suds, camera glued to one large hazel eye. “Hang up on him.”
Natty called Priti next.
“Cass?”
“Tell him I’ll see him tomorrow. I’m naked in a tub full of bubbles right now.”
Priti must have relayed the message exactly because she burst out laughing.
“He wants to come by here.”
Everyone laughed, but Eyoen was grateful no one invited the unseen man to join them.
They left just after 10 o’clock, 15 hours after they arrived.
“I’m beat,” Cass said.
Eyoen felt his borrowed human belly drop in disappointment. He wasn’t. He was horny as hell. Watching her pose seductively all day, clothed, unclothed, draped over furniture, every hair and patch of skin lovingly tended, he’d been hoping to coax Cass into bed.
“What is this hell?” Rierdane asked.
Eyoen frowned. He didn’t know. The phrase had just been there in his head.
“You okay?” Cass asked, putting her hand on his thigh. They were alone in the back seat.
Eyoen took her hand from his thigh and put it on the bulge between his legs. At first, when he’d learned the mechanics of inhabiting his host’s body he’d been mildly creeped out at the thought of fucking with another man’s dick.
Rierdane had scowled at him. “What do you plan to do then? Remain celibate and shame us all?”
He could have argued with his servant that no one on Cyanus would know, thus no one would be ashamed of his unlikely celibate behavior, but he’d known even then, that not having sex was an impossibility. How many times had he spent into one of his
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