Total pages in book: 81
Estimated words: 77887 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 389(@200wpm)___ 312(@250wpm)___ 260(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 77887 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 389(@200wpm)___ 312(@250wpm)___ 260(@300wpm)
Neither was helpful, but Preston actually tried to get words out. “Not exactly.”
Okay, still not helpful.
Maybe I could just text Eli? He knew everything that went on at work even when he probably wasn’t supposed to. If anyone knew what these two were up to, it would be Eli.
Maybe I could tell them I had to go to the bathroom?
Before I could figure out how to make that work without sounding like I had a stomachache, Roman got tired of Preston’s tiptoeing around the job. “For fuck’s sake, Preston.”
Preston shot him a frustrated glare that Roman just ignored as he turned to me, thankfully not nearly as gruff. “Luca designs corsets. Not just for regular people but he does Hollywood costumes and all kinds of crazy things. That Met Gala thing a few years ago had a few of his designs and everyone went gaga over them.”
Oh.
That wasn’t weird.
Was it?
I just smiled and waited to hear what they’d left out because it had to be big…and dirty.
Had I mentioned I loved my job?
Preston sighed, going back to being worried and unhelpful. “But you don’t have to do anything you don’t want to. Some of the photos that showed up online after the Met thing were…interesting.”
Pot meet kettle.
For a guy who owned a men’s lingerie company, he certainly worried a lot about what Luca was doing.
It made me even more curious…and had I ever watched the Met Gala before?
Roman growled before I could find a nice way to point any of that out. “Stop believing that innocent look. You’re an idiot. He’s as dirty as the rest.”
Roman was so hot when he was angry…not that I was going to mention that to Eli.
When Preston sighed again, I realized we’d be here all day if I didn’t figure out how to move this along without Roman going nuts. “Um, I promise not to be offended by anything and to consider any job offer professionally.”
And to jerk off about it later if it was hot enough.
Roman looked at me like he knew what I was thinking and it just made me harder. “Stop that.”
I giggled which just led to Preston giving us both weird looks. “Sorry.”
I really couldn’t help it.
Glaring at me again, Roman ignored Preston and finally got down to explaining what they were talking about. “Luca wants to do photographs for a new line that he’s working on. It’s got a fairy-tale theme, so he wants it to be modeled on basically a living doll.”
They both paused like I was supposed to have figured something out…and reacted shocked…but I had no idea what they were saying.
Okay, what did I know so far? When in doubt, start over at the beginning and see if retracing my steps made it any more logical. It usually didn’t here, but it couldn’t hurt to try.
Luca was the artist who did the sexy corsets that ended up at the Met Gala.
Luca wanted someone to model the new line.
Modeling might not be the right word for what he wanted.
They were going to be fairy-tale themed.
He wanted my erection.
Oh…
“He wants this to be an erotic fairy-tale theme, right?” Did I know anything helpful about those? “Like that Sleeping Beauty book by the vampire lady?”
What was her name?
No, that wasn’t important.
What was important?
“Just the corsets? How hard does he want me? How long do I have to stay hard? I might need help with that if it’s a long shoot. Is he weird?” Well, he would probably have to be weird to do anything artistic for a living. “Okay, I probably should’ve asked if he was bad weird.”
Shrugging as Preston started coughing, I decided to focus my questions on Roman. “Are we all going to end up on some documentary because he’s been killing people and keeping them frozen in his basement for steaks later or is he just kinky?”
It seemed like an important distinction to figure out before I agreed to do it.
We’d definitely need someone there to make sure he didn’t try to kill me if he was the serial killer type. If I was going to end up in a documentary, it wouldn’t be because some weird cannibal ate me. “I don’t taste very good.”
“He’s not going to eat you.” Roman rolled his eyes, but I wasn’t sure I could really trust his definition of bad weird.
He was in love with Eli, so…
“We’re going to say good weird and probably kinky?” When Roman shrugged, not able to argue with that one, I kept going. “And the kinky part…the erotic part?”
What the hell was I going to be doing?
Preston hummed and shifted, but I decided it was better than his dramatic sighs so I gave him a bright smile that had Roman groaning. “He’s looking to do several different…let’s say levels of photos.”
Okay, now we were making headway.