honestly, I can't wait for when they find out."
"That's mean."
"It'll be exciting. And liberating."
"You better not..."
"I won't out you." He leans in until his lips brush against mine. "Don't worry."
He kisses me slowly, tongue flicking over my bottom lip, slipping into my mouth and grazing my own. When he parts, he says gently, "I have to go back to your parents' place with Cam and charm your mother now."
He rolls off of me, and I sit up. "What? Why?"
He spins around and walks backward toward my bedroom door. "Because I want my job back."
Jaime... his accountant job back? "I thought you said you didn't. I thought you just wanted to make amends with the family."
"I want to prove that I didn't fucking steal. And since I can't do that, the next best thing I can do is prove how damn good I am at being an accountant."
"And to do that, you have to flirt with my mother."
"It starts with your mother," he says. "A, because she's the McCulley parent that is home, and B, I'm killing two birds with one stone."
I raise an eyebrow.
"If she starts to like me for once, she won't have a heart attack when she finds out that your relationship with Micah is a fraud and we're the ones who are together. Because she will find out."
"Please," I beg.
"It's another one of your secrets to keep," he says. "I respect you too much to tell her. But that doesn't mean that both your mom and dad won't eventually find out."
And with that, he leaves the room before I have a chance to argue that it won't matter if Mom finds out we're fucking, because no matter how much Jaime flirts with her, her head will explode.
But another thought hits me... the thought that Jaime is expecting Mom to find out about us. Jaime is expecting Mom to find out, which means Dad and Cam will find out, which means he's okay with them knowing while he's trying to claim a position at the company.
Like he's trying to establish a permanent place in our family again, except this time, as my boyfriend.
Boyfriend. The word sounds so juvenile.
We've only had sex once... eight months ago, right after A.J. Harrison fired me from EPE and Jaime played his little apology game on me. When I was a teenager, Jaime was supposed to lead me to my birthday cake while I was blindfolded, and instead, he pushed me in the pool. So to say he was sorry, he blindfolded me, got me naked, and gave me the best orgasm ever.
I fucked my brother's ex-best friend.
But since he's arrived in Malibu, he's been slow. He's gotten me off twice without asking for any reciprocation, which is something that fifteen-year-old Britain wouldn’t have expected from Jaime Rivera in her wildest dreams.
It's about time to pay him back.
CHAPTER NINE
The day of the benefit dinner, I decide to shoot Dallas’s seduction. I’ve done shoots with Dallas where he is the one being dominated, particularly Ella’s in Boston where she got to whip him into submission. But every time I have shot Dallas with Evan, he was always the one dominating her.
Today is going to change that.
Evan is wearing this gorgeous bikini, teal with a push-up triangle top. She sprayed her body down with oil so that it glistens, her hair shellacked to look perma-wet. She’s spent the last half hour bouncing around the pool. “I’m so excited, I’m so exciteeeeeeeed.”
Dallas, who is lounging beneath the gazebo on the outdoor futon where we are going to shoot, rolls his eyes. “You’d think it was Christmas.”
“It is Christmas,” I say. “Evan finally gets to control you in a shoot. I’ve never given her that power before.
I let Evan choose the girl of her choice to perform the shoot with, considering the story was going to be insinuating a threesome. Andrea is currently working hard on the prose, typing away on her laptop in a lounge chair beneath the shade of an umbrella.
Evan chose Delilah, which isn’t a surprise. Evan and Delilah were my two original superstar models. The girls are well-studied-up on how the other
"That's mean."
"It'll be exciting. And liberating."
"You better not..."
"I won't out you." He leans in until his lips brush against mine. "Don't worry."
He kisses me slowly, tongue flicking over my bottom lip, slipping into my mouth and grazing my own. When he parts, he says gently, "I have to go back to your parents' place with Cam and charm your mother now."
He rolls off of me, and I sit up. "What? Why?"
He spins around and walks backward toward my bedroom door. "Because I want my job back."
Jaime... his accountant job back? "I thought you said you didn't. I thought you just wanted to make amends with the family."
"I want to prove that I didn't fucking steal. And since I can't do that, the next best thing I can do is prove how damn good I am at being an accountant."
"And to do that, you have to flirt with my mother."
"It starts with your mother," he says. "A, because she's the McCulley parent that is home, and B, I'm killing two birds with one stone."
I raise an eyebrow.
"If she starts to like me for once, she won't have a heart attack when she finds out that your relationship with Micah is a fraud and we're the ones who are together. Because she will find out."
"Please," I beg.
"It's another one of your secrets to keep," he says. "I respect you too much to tell her. But that doesn't mean that both your mom and dad won't eventually find out."
And with that, he leaves the room before I have a chance to argue that it won't matter if Mom finds out we're fucking, because no matter how much Jaime flirts with her, her head will explode.
But another thought hits me... the thought that Jaime is expecting Mom to find out about us. Jaime is expecting Mom to find out, which means Dad and Cam will find out, which means he's okay with them knowing while he's trying to claim a position at the company.
Like he's trying to establish a permanent place in our family again, except this time, as my boyfriend.
Boyfriend. The word sounds so juvenile.
We've only had sex once... eight months ago, right after A.J. Harrison fired me from EPE and Jaime played his little apology game on me. When I was a teenager, Jaime was supposed to lead me to my birthday cake while I was blindfolded, and instead, he pushed me in the pool. So to say he was sorry, he blindfolded me, got me naked, and gave me the best orgasm ever.
I fucked my brother's ex-best friend.
But since he's arrived in Malibu, he's been slow. He's gotten me off twice without asking for any reciprocation, which is something that fifteen-year-old Britain wouldn’t have expected from Jaime Rivera in her wildest dreams.
It's about time to pay him back.
CHAPTER NINE
The day of the benefit dinner, I decide to shoot Dallas’s seduction. I’ve done shoots with Dallas where he is the one being dominated, particularly Ella’s in Boston where she got to whip him into submission. But every time I have shot Dallas with Evan, he was always the one dominating her.
Today is going to change that.
Evan is wearing this gorgeous bikini, teal with a push-up triangle top. She sprayed her body down with oil so that it glistens, her hair shellacked to look perma-wet. She’s spent the last half hour bouncing around the pool. “I’m so excited, I’m so exciteeeeeeeed.”
Dallas, who is lounging beneath the gazebo on the outdoor futon where we are going to shoot, rolls his eyes. “You’d think it was Christmas.”
“It is Christmas,” I say. “Evan finally gets to control you in a shoot. I’ve never given her that power before.
I let Evan choose the girl of her choice to perform the shoot with, considering the story was going to be insinuating a threesome. Andrea is currently working hard on the prose, typing away on her laptop in a lounge chair beneath the shade of an umbrella.
Evan chose Delilah, which isn’t a surprise. Evan and Delilah were my two original superstar models. The girls are well-studied-up on how the other
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