CHAPTERELEVEN
Faye
I struggle to stay focused, my mind whirring with everything that’s happening.
One part of me is wondering if Felix wants me and if that sudden seriousness in his eyes means something.
And another’s all focused on Lola, what would happen if she walked in here.
Maybe I should have called her to ask.
My gaze keeps flitting to his crotch.
His pants are a dark blue color, but I’m sure he’s hard. Either that or he’s holding something huge – freaking massive – in his pants. It bulges against his zipper, a thick outline going down across his leg.
Is it possible I’m misreading the situation?
My whole body trembles with enticing sensations as I look at him over my shoulder. The camera is shaking as he can barely contain himself.
Nasty thoughts try to twist into my mind at that, but no.
He’s right there. I can see his massive bulging manhood, his muscular forearms tight, and his expression tense.
He stares right into my eyes.
“Bend over even more,” he says huskily.
This is wrong, and I get that. But I want it anyway.
It’s like this heat is sweeping us both up, making it impossible to back out of this, whatever the heck’s happening here.
“Were you going to make Jeneva bend over all the way?” I ask.
His face turns sour, and his eyes are bleak. “I canceled her because I wanted to take photos of you instead.”
“But if you didn’t cancel….”
“No,” he says firmly. “I wasn’t going to do any of this with her. I can’t stop myself, Faye. I know I should.”
I stand up, turning slightly, looking him in the eye.
My natural instinct is to avert my gaze, but he stares back too compellingly for that. It’s like we’re talking silently, the way he stares, saying so much.
“Stop what?” I ask innocently, but I know. And I can see he knows I can tell what he’s getting at. “We’re just doing a photo shoot.”
It’s like I’m trying to convince myself.
He shakes his head and sighs.
There’s more going on here. Neither of us can fight it.
Even if I can’t believe it – even if I feel like my crush is about to crush me – I can’t stop it either. My cheeks burn under his firm gaze, and my body feels tingly and excited, every inch ready for his touch.
But what about Lola?
Heck, I can’t think about her, not right now.
“Right,” he says gruffly, raising his camera again. “Then do what you’re told, like a good model. Bend over all the way.”