Adam
Adelaide’s job was boring as hell.I didn’t know how she did it. She wasn’t the kind of girl who lay still and took direction, but she’d spent several hours doing exactly that.
After lunch—I used the term really fucking loosely when it came to Adelaide—the makeup artist whisked her off to touch up the silver paint. On the other side of the studio, a male model had arrived and was being dressed in a tailored black suit. His artfully windblown blond hair made him look like a Ken doll. I didn’t like the looks of him.
I was trying like hell to be supportive, but it wasn’t easy while half-hard and dealing with a dozen people getting to see Adelaide nearly naked. I’d bitten my tongue so many times over the last couple hours, it was probably going to have permanent impressions of my teeth.
I had to bite down hard again when Adelaide came strutting out of the makeup room. She was in silver heels, her curls tamed in a tight bun on top of her head, the necklace that had been hanging between her breasts now trailing down her back.
This was punishment. It had to be.
She was naked, fucking naked, on display, and I couldn’t touch her.
The living, breathing Ken doll approached her. “Adelaide, my darling.” Ken had a thick, German accent.
She stopped walking, her eyes darting around the room before settling on him. “Stefan…I had no idea you were modeling on this shoot.”
“Surprise.” He leaned in and air kissed both her cheeks. “You look fucking hot, darling.”
“Thank you.”
Her walk was stilted now, spine too straight, shoulders too high. The photographer arranged her whileStefanobserved. I moved to the side of the set so I could watch this motherfucker who I did not trust.
FuckingStefan.
Once Adelaide was in position, standing with her feet apart and her back arched, Stefan was directed to go down on his knees behind her. Without being told, he rested a hand on her hip. She jumped at the contact, and her gaze swept to mine, then away.
Anthony sidled up beside me. “We were lucky to get him. He cost us a fortune, but they look good together.”
“Is he supposed to be touching her?”
He chuckled, but it had an edge of discomfort. “It wasn’t part of the plan, but Stefan and Adelaide are professionals. I trust them.”
“So, you’re telling me he’s not supposed to be touching her, but took it upon himself to put his hands on her?” I folded my arms across my chest. “That’s what you’re telling me?”
“Uhhh…” Anthony wrung his hands. “I don’t—”
I took a step or two toward the set, my eyes laser beams on fucking Stefan’s hand. It had inched from Adelaide’s hip to the bottom of her ass cheek. She peered at him over her shoulder, whispering something harsh. Stefan chuckled, but he didn’t correct his hand placement.
My tongue met my teeth again. No one got to touch her like that—especially when it was crystal clear she was uncomfortable with it. If no one else spoke up, I would. Adelaide might get pissed at me for interfering, but she was already pissed at me for a multitude of reasons. This, at least, was a worthy cause.
The toes of my shoes hit the edge of the floor of the set. Adelaide subtly shook her head when I came into her peripheral vision. She could tell me no all she wanted, but this jackass wasn’t going to take advantage of her on my watch.
He behaved for a minute or two, following the direction of the photographer. He was supposed to be pretending to unzip the necklace hanging down Adelaide’s back. The concept was cool, but I couldn’t really admire it when I was on edge, waiting for him to slip up.
And he did slip up.
The hand that had been resting on the bottom of her ass slid down between her thighs. Adelaide yelped a split second before I sprung forward, gripping his Ken doll hair and dragging him off her. He was a limp noodle—guess those muscles were just for show—barely flailing on the ground.
I kneeled on his chest, pressing my knee deep. “I should break your fingers, fuckface.”
“I didn’t do anything!” His face had gone from pretty boy to frightened boy in the blink of an eye.
“So, that wasn’t your hand touching my fiancée’s pussy? You weren’t groping her ass? That wasn’t you?”
He slapped at my knee, but that was the only fight he put up. “Maybe I slipped, I don’t know! It was an accident.”
Adelaide stomped over to us, one of her hands landing on my shoulder. I thought she was about to stop me, but she surprised me by givingStefana kick in the ribs.