appear, and as usual, Billy does all the talking. I wonder how I'm going to fill in a whole evening of conversation when Antoine and I go to dinner. I wonder if he'll take me to Cookie's. I'm so fucking hungry.
"You're thumbing, Rook, step behind the bike and act the part."
I do as I'm told, then pretend to have a conversation with Spencer as he ogles my tits. I'm not sure if that's pretend or not, but it makes me frown and Antoine barks out something harsh and Billy tells me to look happy. I do, then climb in front of Spencer, facing him, and wince as I realize I'm in yet another position that will have Ronin breaking up with me as soon as he gets back. Spencer sneaks a peek down.
"Really, Spence? I mean, you've been looking at my goods all day, you haven't seen enough?"
"That's totally different, I'm not supposed to get turned on when I'm painting, but this is different."
" Spencer. "
Spencer glares at Antoine this time. "Look, she asked me a question, again . So why does she get to talk to me, but I'm not allowed to talk to her?"
"Who said you're not allowed to talk to me?"
"Antoine. I'm supposed to keep it professional, but that's a fucking first. The whole reason we hired you, Antoine, was because you're famous for getting the girls to be as unprofessional as possible."
"OK, let's just move on. What should I do? You're the one in charge, Spencer. I need direction here because I'm not all that good at this shit."
Spencer shoots Antoine a look. "See, she wants me to tell her what to do." He looks at me, his hands wrap around my middle, then slip down to the top of my ass. "Take the pictures, Antoine," Spencer growls.
I hold down a laugh because these babies have no idea what to do with me right now.
Antoine starts shooting and Spencer's one hand stays down, while the other one slides up, picks up my arm and drapes it over his shoulder, then cups my breast. "Kiss me again, Rook."
I look at him, the shock plastered across my face, I'm sure. I swallow, not sure what to do with myself right now, either.
"Rook," Spencer repeats, a little harsher now. "I want kissing, I want mad fucking passionate kissing. The kind of kissing I've seen in all those other photos of you, the kissing that is so filled with emotion and longing and lust, I'm instantly hard. Kiss me like that, Blackbird."
I gulp some air and stare at him, right into his eyes. We hold that moment as Billy translates encouraging things from Antoine. I lean in a little, slowly, never breaking eye contact, then touch his lips with a soft kiss, and pull back.
He smiles.
I do it again and this time he's ready, his hand leaves my breast and wraps around my head, pulling me towards him. His mouth opens and I respond by doing the same. Our tongues flick against each other, then I pull back as his grip releases, trying to catch my breath.
"That's more like it," he whispers. "Now turn around, Rook."
I stand up and turn around, my ass against his thighs.
He's very excited.
His hands go to my shoulders, then his fingertips drag down my arms. One hand grabs my breast, while the other slides across my stomach, then drops very low.
"Arch your back and tip your head, Rook."
I do, and his hand drops even lower with the change in my body position. I have to admit, for being a bike designer, he's pretty good at this sexy modeling stuff. His mouth is suddenly heavy against my neck, his breath slow, but louder than before.
I moan.
Oops.
He laughs behind me and I relax a little.
We're still acting, I tell myself.
Chapter Fourteen - ROOK
Billy follows me downstairs to the shower room again and this makes me wonder. "What's the deal with this whole bodyguard thing, Billy? How come you have to follow me around?"
"Rook, this building is unlocked during business hours, you do realize that, right?"
"Um…"
"I wasn't gonna say anything because you've got enough going on here today, but Antoine was pissed that you didn't wait for me to walk you to the
"You're thumbing, Rook, step behind the bike and act the part."
I do as I'm told, then pretend to have a conversation with Spencer as he ogles my tits. I'm not sure if that's pretend or not, but it makes me frown and Antoine barks out something harsh and Billy tells me to look happy. I do, then climb in front of Spencer, facing him, and wince as I realize I'm in yet another position that will have Ronin breaking up with me as soon as he gets back. Spencer sneaks a peek down.
"Really, Spence? I mean, you've been looking at my goods all day, you haven't seen enough?"
"That's totally different, I'm not supposed to get turned on when I'm painting, but this is different."
" Spencer. "
Spencer glares at Antoine this time. "Look, she asked me a question, again . So why does she get to talk to me, but I'm not allowed to talk to her?"
"Who said you're not allowed to talk to me?"
"Antoine. I'm supposed to keep it professional, but that's a fucking first. The whole reason we hired you, Antoine, was because you're famous for getting the girls to be as unprofessional as possible."
"OK, let's just move on. What should I do? You're the one in charge, Spencer. I need direction here because I'm not all that good at this shit."
Spencer shoots Antoine a look. "See, she wants me to tell her what to do." He looks at me, his hands wrap around my middle, then slip down to the top of my ass. "Take the pictures, Antoine," Spencer growls.
I hold down a laugh because these babies have no idea what to do with me right now.
Antoine starts shooting and Spencer's one hand stays down, while the other one slides up, picks up my arm and drapes it over his shoulder, then cups my breast. "Kiss me again, Rook."
I look at him, the shock plastered across my face, I'm sure. I swallow, not sure what to do with myself right now, either.
"Rook," Spencer repeats, a little harsher now. "I want kissing, I want mad fucking passionate kissing. The kind of kissing I've seen in all those other photos of you, the kissing that is so filled with emotion and longing and lust, I'm instantly hard. Kiss me like that, Blackbird."
I gulp some air and stare at him, right into his eyes. We hold that moment as Billy translates encouraging things from Antoine. I lean in a little, slowly, never breaking eye contact, then touch his lips with a soft kiss, and pull back.
He smiles.
I do it again and this time he's ready, his hand leaves my breast and wraps around my head, pulling me towards him. His mouth opens and I respond by doing the same. Our tongues flick against each other, then I pull back as his grip releases, trying to catch my breath.
"That's more like it," he whispers. "Now turn around, Rook."
I stand up and turn around, my ass against his thighs.
He's very excited.
His hands go to my shoulders, then his fingertips drag down my arms. One hand grabs my breast, while the other slides across my stomach, then drops very low.
"Arch your back and tip your head, Rook."
I do, and his hand drops even lower with the change in my body position. I have to admit, for being a bike designer, he's pretty good at this sexy modeling stuff. His mouth is suddenly heavy against my neck, his breath slow, but louder than before.
I moan.
Oops.
He laughs behind me and I relax a little.
We're still acting, I tell myself.
Chapter Fourteen - ROOK
Billy follows me downstairs to the shower room again and this makes me wonder. "What's the deal with this whole bodyguard thing, Billy? How come you have to follow me around?"
"Rook, this building is unlocked during business hours, you do realize that, right?"
"Um…"
"I wasn't gonna say anything because you've got enough going on here today, but Antoine was pissed that you didn't wait for me to walk you to the
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