Newly Exposed by Meghan Quinn

and placing my hands on my hips, I responded, “No, it doesn’t!”
    Adam smiled and tapped my nose with his finger. “You’re too easy.”
    “And you’re annoying,” I countered with a smile, because in fact, I thought he was too cute for his own good.
    “What now, Obi Wan?” Adam said, holding his arms out. “Train me to be the Jedi model that is required to take on the evil empire: the internet.”
    I laughed out loud and shook my head. “Oh, my God, could you get any cornier?”
    “I can try if it makes you laugh like that.”  
    “Focus,” I said, pointing my fingers at his eyes. He nodded and stood straight. “Okay, so the key to a good selfie is usually showing off some kind of body part and flexing.”
    “What kind of body parts?” he asked, crinkling his nose.  
    “Not that body part,” I laughed.  
    “Good, because that is saved only for my girl…and possibly a muffin.”
    Ignoring his comment, I pointed to his shirt and said, “Now you can either be completely shirtless or tease the ladies by lifting your shirt up a little, like this.” I grabbed the hem of his shirt and brought it up to his pecs. I gulped as I took in the sinew flowing all over his ripped stomach. There were times in a girl’s life when she just had to sit back and thank the heavenly God for the male form, and right now, this was that moment. I’ve seen my fair share of models, but Adam was different. He was strong, but toned in a way that made him so damn sexy I didn’t know what to do with myself. There was not an ounce of fat on him and it showed by the way his hips cut into a sharp V and his abs rippled under the soft light of the studio bathroom.  
    I cleared my throat and said, “Um, yeah, just like this and then take a picture.”
    I chanced a glance at Adam and his heated gaze met mine as I continued to hold his shirt up. I quickly let go of his clothing and stepped back to give us some space. The tension in the small room made it almost too hard to breathe. I could sense he wanted to say something, but he stopped himself, most likely from the multiple times I had already put him in his place.  
    “I think I can handle that,” he said, clearing his throat as well.  
    Pulling out his phone again, he pointed it at the mirror, gave me a look, and then lifted his shirt up a few inches.  
    “Higher,” I directed.  
    He looked over at me with a wicked gleam in his eye and said, “Can you show me?”
    “You’re infuriating!” I stomped over behind him and grabbed his shirt from behind and lifted it up to the proper height. I looked over at him and said, “Here,” just as he snapped the picture. “Hey!” I said, trying to grab his phone away from him, but it was an impossible feat, since he was so much taller than me.  
    “I think I got the shot…isn’t that what they say?”
    “I can’t be in the picture, Adam,” I said, still trying to grab the phone while climbing over his body.  
    “And, why not?”
    “Because female fans won’t take well to your first picture of yourself being with another girl; it will give them the wrong impression.”
    “What if that’s the impression I want to give?” Adam said, turning around and pinning me with his glare.  
    “Adam…”
    “No, I’m not going to let you avoid this anymore. Just admit it, Solo, you like me. I can see it in your eyes, the way you look at me, the way chills run up your arms when I’m near you, breathing in that sweet fucking sent of yours.”
    “I-I don’t,” I lied, as I backed up against the wall.  
    Adam closed in on me and planted his hand on the wall behind my head and leaned down, closing off any open space I had to myself. His eyes roamed my face, looking for any indication that I was lying, and I knew he found it by the way the corners of his mouth curved up and that panty melting dimple appeared.  
    His head dipped to my ear and he spoke quietly in that raspy and oh-so-sexy voice of his. “You’re a bad liar,