His woodsy, musky scent nearly made my head spin. “Maybe because you are a pervert?” I glared at him but half hoped he’d lean in further.
He moved toward me another inch. “Look, I’m not doing it intentionally, okay? It’s just your—” he motioned to my breasts, “are very—”
“Very what?”
“Fucking fantastic,” he breathed out, now full-out staring at my breasts. He looked at me with that devil may care trademark smirk of his. “It’s not my fault, I swear. I promise I’m trying my best but how am I supposed to pick you up and not so much as—”
My stomach did a few flips and I was entirely too grateful for the silicone pasties which covered my extremely hard nipples. I hoped. A few more inches and our chests would touch. His bare chest next to my barely covered breasts.
“You keep your hands to yourself. That’s what you do.”
“Gigi, it’s the—your—” he sighed, raking one hand through his hair.
“My eyes are up here, Moreau,” I said, using two fingers to point at my eyes.
Both hands rubbed his face. “It’s the sheer—” he looked down at my breasts again, “volume of—them. When you lean on your side—they—well—”
“I see, so you’re saying I have saggy boobs? That’s real nice,” I snapped at him.
“Saggy? Fuck no—oh my God, I keep digging a deeper hole with every goddamn thing I say to you,” he muttered, his hand now on the back of his neck as he walked around in a small circle. “We’re out there half naked, too, Gigi.”
“How do you think we girls feel? Standing out there like a bunch of—hootchies?”
He stopped and said, “How do you think I feel? I look like I’m ready for a Chippendale’s performance.”
“I love them. A lot. They’d never take you.”
His mouth opened, looking ready to argue. Then he huffed and shut it. “I can’t believe you’ve got me so riled up that I’m ready to defend my stance on how I’d make a great male stripper. Christ,” he said, turning away from me again.
“Not so much as another graze, do you hear me? One more almost touch and I’ll cut your balls off. Understand?” I said in a low voice.
I didn’t wait for a response before I walked back into the photoshoot from Hell.