I follow him, but I feel Killian’s eyes on me the whole time as I walk back to a guest room that is serving as a makeshift wardrobe room. I just hope, when I come back out, he isn’t still here because I’m not sure how I’ll be able to do this job with him here.
I don’t know why I didn’t expect to be mostly naked in the ad. Maybe because this is a classy casino, but I guess I should have expected this. I should have expected that I would be wearing a scantily clad bathing suit that barely covers the most important things. My hair is teased and curled in large waves. I’m wearing more makeup than a hooker. I look sexy, I realize, as I stare back at myself in the mirror.
I’ve worn bathing suits in hundreds of ads before, but I never looked sexy. I looked cute and pretty. Right now though, I look sexy. I take in a deep breath as I wrap my robe back around me. I’m going to have to channel my inner Scarlett to do this.
It’s what I’ve always wanted—to be treated just like every other model, to be looked at as a woman instead of a girl. Here’s my chance. I’m not going to blow it.
I strut out of the room and into the warm Las Vegas sun. We are shooting in front of the new pool that will be opening next weekend, but despite the pool being closed, there are hundreds of people gathered around, giving their two cents on the direction of the shoot.
I find Brock and am disappointed when I see Killian standing next to him. Brock smiles when he sees me. He gives me a hug, like he has known me my whole life. I try my best to hug him back.
“You look beautiful,” Brock says.
I smile. “Thanks.”
“So, Killian was just telling me the look we are going for in the ad. We want sexy, hot, spicy. We want people to want to come to our hotel because they think it’s swimming with people as hot as you.”
I glance back at Killian, who is smiling brightly. I roll my eyes. He’s enjoying this.
“I got it,” I say.
“Great. We will start with some dry shots of you posing on the lounge chair, and then we will get you in the water for the film portion.”
I nod. It doesn’t sound too hard. I walk over to where the camera is set up, remove my robe, and hand it to one of the assistants who helped me pick out the red bikini. I feel everyone’s eyes on me. It would make most people nervous or shy—having this many eyes on them all at once, staring at their body. But I don’t feel like that. I like how my body looks.
I lie back on the lounge chair and put my arms above my head. My first reaction is to smile. And then I remember that this isn’t a Seventeen magazine shoot. I’m supposed to look like sex. I drop my smile as I arch my back while looking at the camera. The camera clicks, capturing the look.
“Great, Kinsley. Arch your back just a little more, and drop your eyes,” Brock says.
I do.
“Perfect.”
I let my hand fall down to my neck as I’ve seen Scarlett do hundreds of times before. More clicks.
“Yes. Just like that!” he shouts.
I stifle a laugh. It’s funny how much it sounds like we are shooting a porno sometimes.
I see Killian standing just behind the camera. His smile is gone, but his intense stare never leaves my body. So, I increase the seduction, wanting him to miss my body as much as I miss his. I want him to regret not marrying me.
My hand falls lower until it grazes my breast.
“Keep it right there.”
More clicks.
When Brock gets the shot, I let my hand slowly drop lower down my stomach until it’s just grazing the inside of my thigh.
Killian bites his lip in response.
More clicks.
“Now, mo
ve to your stomach.”
I do. More clicks.