Click. Click. Tap. Click. That was all I heard for two hours. And don’t get me wrong. I’ve been at shoots longer than this, but I didn’t get in until three thirty this morning. This is not what I wanted to be doing after a long-ass shift, especially not when I’m back there tonight.
“You have must have enough now.”
“I do, but you’re so pretty to photograph. You make my job real easy, Brenda.” She sighed and set the camera down. “You’re gonna help me finish this degree. I know it.”
“Great. Can I get change now?”
“One more.” She raised her camera again and I pout exaggeratedly, leaning into her with one hand on my hip. She laughed, snapping the picture. “Okay, okay. I get it. Ms. Model is all tired out.”
“Ms. Model has to go to work soon,” I corrected. “And she’s hungry.”
Dayton looked at the time on the cloc
I collapsed back onto my sofa. Pizza, a late night working, and the 30 Day Shred are not an ideal combination. In fact, they’re not desirable. Not in the slightest.My phone rang, I reached for it lazily, not moving from my slouched position. “Hello?” I groaned into the receiver.“Am I interrupting something?”The British accent made me sit up. I moaned at the ache in my muscles. “Yes. You interrupted my post-workout collapse.”“Post-workout? Does that mean I’m talking to you and you’re all sweaty?” His tone was suggestive, and I wanted to rip his face off through the phone.“If I’m not sweaty, I’m not doing it right,” I retorted, swinging my legs around so my feet are on the floor. “Bypassing the question of how you got my number, why are you calling me?”“Dayton wants me to invite you for lunch.” “Why can’t she call
I frantically scanned the room. There was always a towel lying discarded somewhere in the room, but for the first time ever, there wasn’t. All because I did laundry that morning. Damn laundry.Crap. “Um, Ivan?” I called through the bathroom door. “Ivan!”“What’s wrong?” The door rattled as he leaned against it or something.“I, um, I forgot my towel.”He paused. “You forgot your towel?”“Yes, and now I’m getting cold, so could you get me one? Please?” I can’t believe I’m asking this. Fuck my life.“Where are they?”“In the closet behind you. Second shelf.” Oh, God. Please don’t find the Hello Kitty one.“Hello Kitty. Nice.” He laughed.“Can you just pass me the damn towel?”“I would love to, baby girl, but I can’t.”“Why not?&rdqu
“We need to go,” he said, walking past me in strong strides.I stayed where I was, my keys in my palm, and stared at him. I’ve never felt tension like this. Wanting like this. He yanked open my front door and turned to look at me.“Brenda! We need to go,” he repeated, his voice just as husky. “Unless you want me to drag you back into your bedroom and remove those clothes, we need to fucking leave.”Those words flipped a switch in my brain and I all but ran past him and down the stairs. I heard his footsteps echo in the stairwell behind me as I reached the small lobby and bursted outside. It was raining again, and no sooner have fat raindrops hit the top of my head than I’m pulled back inside by a strong arm around my stomach.His body was hot against mine, his chest flushed against my back, my ass curving against his erection. One of his hands was flat against my stomach, the other cupping my hip. He w
“Funny-looking fucking restaurant,” I muttered, staring at the florist’s sign. The windows were packed with different flower arrangements, from pastel colors to bright colors, from small bouquets to large, fancy baskets. “What kind of florist opens on a Sunday?”“The kind of florist who wants my cousin’s wedding under their belt,” Ivan replied. “I was told to come here so you can help her decide flowers. Then we’ll have lunch.”“I can help her decide? I’m sorry, but I’m starting to wonder if it’s me or Aaron marrying Dayton!”“Have you ever seen a guy pick flowers?”“No, but if I keep having to plan his wedding, he’ll be picking flowers out of his asshole.” I shrugged off his jacket and stormed from the car, spotting Aaron and Dayton inside.Ivan grabbed my hand and tugged me back. “Calm down, feisty. Aaron would likel
Ivan grabbed my arm and tugged me into what looked like an office. He closed the door behind us and spinned me into him. “You really are a feisty little thing, aren’t you?”“Fuck you, asshole.” I glared up at him, shaking his hand from my arm and stepped back.“Damn, Brenda. Why don’t you tell me how you really feel?” he said with a smirk.“Why? So it can go right over your egotistically enlarged head?”“I might consider it for a moment. Actually, on second thought, you’re right. I won’t pay any attention.”“You are the most arrogant, self-entitled, patronizing bastard I’ve ever had the displeasure of meeting in my life,” I hissed anyway. “And before you mention the pleasure, because you inevitably will, you should know the displeasure far outweighs the measly amount of pleasure you’ve given me.”Ivan’s eyes darken, a
The roughness of his voice combined with the pressure of him dipping two fingers inside me made me gasp. I don’t even try to swallow that one. His thumb found my clit and he rubbed in slow circles, in time with the movement of his fingers.My hips moved against him until I was riding his hand, the deep, curved strokes of his fingers inside me pushing me close to an orgasm I didn’t want. If only out of principle. I didn’t want to cum and prove everything he said to be true.“Don’t fight it, Brenda. I don’t care if we’re in here for five seconds or for five minutes. Neither one of us is leaving this room until you’ve cum, and my fingers definitely aren’t leaving your gorgeous pussy until you have.” He brushed his lips across mine, his tongue flicked out at the seam of my mouth. “And believe me, I could stand here and wait for you to cum all night.”It was there, right there, a tight ball of ne
My feet pounded against the sidewalk as I jogged toward Stone Advertising Headquarters for my meeting with my agent. The wind was biting but welcome. Each breeze smacked me in the face as I ran into it as if it could knock sense into me.I fought against the urge to take a deep breath as I rounded the corner and the imposed building came into view. Since Aaron moved here to be with Dayton, the Seattle office had taken over the New York one as the lead one. It was always crazy busy with people constantly running in and out, dashing to elevators, and speaking into cellphones.Again, I found myself thankful for the chill outside. It means I wqs not sweaty as I worked my way through the busy lobby in my yoga pants and new Nikes.I took the elevator to the third floor, and the receptionist smiled at me.“Take a seat, Miss Warren. I’ll let Modester know you’re here.”“Thanks.” That girl had an incredible memory. I swea
'The pictures were great. Thank you', I texted Ivan. Hey, he was an asshole and he pissed me the hell off, but they were great. I could be nice to him if I wanted to be. 'I told you they were incredible. I’m happy to stare at you in underwear if you want to repeat it'. He replied. And there goes my nice mood. 'You’re a prick'. I replied back. I tucked my phone back inside my bra and ran toward my apartment. Sometimes, I was glad I lived downtown. Friday and Saturday nights weren’t those times, but on a Monday when it was about to rain, I was definitely happy I do. I picked up the pace when a few odd drops of rain fell on my face. Somehow, I made it back to my apartment block before it came down full force. It patted the windows as I made my way upstairs, forgoing the elevator in favor of fitness. Yeah, you can bet your ass I ordering having takeout tonight. “Where have you been?” Shaw walked into my apartment without kn
My lips formed a wide grin. “Okay. I think my need for information is sated. For now.” “Good. And now I guess we have to get to my gritty stuff, right?” I nodded. “I fessed up. Now it’s your turn.” “Okay.” He grabbed his mug of tea and drunk half of it before setting it back on the table. He settled his arms around me again, linking his fingers on my back, and looked up. “Let’s see… When we were little, Mish and Aaron were constantly following our parents around. They wanted to know every last bit of the business. My dad tried for about a year to get me interested, but I just didn’t care. I didn’t have the right head for it. “Then we got older, and while they started internships and work experiences, I started sleeping with girls. Yeah. I was that knobhead.” He laughed. “I studied photography at A-level in college just to make up the number of courses I needed to take and fell in love with it. It was so calm and quiet compared to my rowdy, devil-may-c
He pulled on his pants and I grabbed some shorts and a T-shirt from my room. When I came back out, Ivan handed me a cup of coffee and grabbed his cup of tea. I smiled as we settled on the sofa, facing each other, my legs hooked over his. He tugged the coffee table closer so we could reach from this position. Then he wrapped his arms around me and linked his fingers behind my back.“Okay. Just…talk,” he said.“Um. Okay.” I settled my fingers against the top of his stomach. The lump in my throat was the only thing stopping bile coming up—I knew it. “Well, I went to my parents’ house yesterday. I needed to get out of the city to think. Of course, my batshit crazy nana was there, so I got more of an ass-kicking than I did thinking. But anyway, she made me realize that you have to face your fears if you’re ever going to get over them. So. Here I am. Fear-facing.”Ivan’s thumbs stroke my back gently, a
Tyler, sitting on the floor, his back against my door, throwing a tennis ball at the wall opposite him. One of his legs was bent up, the other stretched out. I watched him throw the ball, catching it one-handed every single time.I opened my mouth to talk to him, but he beat me to it.“I’ve been sitting here like a fucking idiot for about four hours. I have no idea why. At first, I thought you were in. Then I remembered you went out of town. Fuck knows where. No one will tell me where or why you went. So I sat down and started playing with this. Hit your neighbor’s door a few times. He invited me in, but I said I’d rather sit here. Got hungry and ordered pizza.” He knocked on the box next to him. “Sat here like a fucking teenage boy hung up on some girl he’s never gonna get.”My chest tightened when he looked at me. I’d never seen his eyes so empty, so dull.“That’s what I think. You know t
“I nearly lost my life!” I almost shouted. “How is that nothing? What if, next time, it’s worse? What if, next time, I do lose?”Nana’s face softened, but her eyes hardened. She leaned forward in her chair and pointed a wrinkly finger at me. “You listen to me, my girl, and you listen to me well. You’re not afraid of committing. You’re not afraid of hurting anyone. The thing you fear is weakness. It’s commendable, really, but also complete crap. The only person you’re hurting is yourself—and this boy. You’re stringing you both along because of your naivety. That’s what it is. What you are. Naïve. You think love pops up for every Tom, Dick, and Harry?”Her words stung.“It doesn’t. It isn’t something you can throw around. If you can sit there and tell me it wouldn’t kill you to walk away from him, then that’s exactly what you should do.&rdqu
“You look like you have a face slapped with a wet fish,” Nana said. “Have you been salmon fishing?”“It’s not salmon season, Nana,” I replied. “And I don’t fish.”“Not salmon season? It flamin’ well is! A bit cold for July though. Hey, Steve. Put the heat on. I’m turning into a snowman.”I raised an eyebrow at Mom. “July? Nana, it’s March.”“No, it’s July. I specifically remember arranging my next visit here for July.”“Mother,” Mom said softly. “You did. We talked about it yesterday. You said you’d come back in July.”Nana blinked at her. “Oh. Did we?”Mom noded. “Yes. You said you wanted to come up in salmon season because you wanted fresh salmon.”Nana tilted her head to the side. “Oh. Oh, all right. That would explain the temperature. Still, get t
“I don’t know his past and he doesn’t know mine.”“Because you’re refusing to talk about it. Yeah, we talk. Just because we’re guys doesn’t mean we don’t talk about this shit. I called him a hundred times with Dayton—he’s more like my brother than anything. I know how he feels about you, Brenda. He’s told me. And let me tell you if you’d asked me six months ago if I ever thought he’d be this serious about a woman, I would have laughed at you.” His lips twitch. “I did laugh when he told me. I thought he was kidding, but he isn’t.”“It’s not just a snap decision. I can’t clap my hands together and know. I’m not holding off to protect myself. I’m doing it to protect him.”“Ivan’s a big boy. He can protect himself. I’ve seen him do it several times.”I put my face in my hands then ran my finger
I stifled a yawn as I followed Aaron around the new bar. They landed back in Seattle minutes after Ivan and I did, and Day took one look at me and told Aaron to bring me there.She’d taken Ivan to get coffee, and I sworn, if she was pulling her matchmaking shit, I would kill her.“What do you think?” Aaron asked.I looked around the building. Then, it was carnage in there. Builders were everywhere. There was dust and wooden planks and whatever in every single possible place. But looking at the plans in my hand—Aaron’s vision—I saw it.“I think it’s gonna be the best damn cocktail bar in the city,” I said honestly.“Good answer.” He grinned. “It should be ready to go in two weeks. When do you have to tell Donny you’re leaving?”“I’ll go by when I leave here and tell him. I’ll give him a week’s notice then take a week off.”
“I’m not afraid of relationships. I have an addiction to sex, not a phobia of commitment.” His words stung. They did. Right from my head to my toes. “But yes. That’s the main reason I never pursued a relationship in London. Everyone there knew who I was and what I was worth. Here in Seattle, well. I guess I just never found someone worth having a relationship for.” His gaze burning into me. “Until now,” he finished. “I wish I could be that girl.” My words were so quiet that they were practically a whisper. It was true. I wished I weren’t afraid. I wished I could tackle him with the impulsiveness I tackled Aaron’s new bar with. I wished I could throw every piece of bullshit away and gave him the thing he wanted because He deserved it. He deserved happiness. He deserved smiles and security and certainty. Something I couldn’t offer. Ivan reached across the table and linked his fingers through mine. He lifted our ha
I said nothing, letting the moment linger. Letting his words hover between us, embracing them, holding on to them…getting addicted to them. To the underlying current of power in every syllable. To the smooth way he strung them all together and the way he never stopped to take a breath. To the inflection in the word ‘yours.’ Addicted to the way he didn’t have to think for a second about saying them. Addicted to the way they were making me feel. Safe. Warm. Cherished. Protected. Owned. I took a deep breath that shuddered through my body. The combination of his breath mingling with mine and the tingle of his palm against my neck was heady and intoxicating. The dizzy from his words and the response they’d elicited inside me, I wanted to give in. I wanted to tell him yes. I wanted to tell him we could do that. That, despite our addictions, two opposite poles, we could make it work. But I didn’t. I couldn’t—because I