Chapter Nineteen Photoshoot #2
He gives me a baffled look but does as he’s told.
I start taking pictures, only speaking to him to order him into different poses.
Out of the corner of my eye, I notice Crystal creep up to the edge of the set.
She watches Zander with obvious hunger in her gaze.
God, can’t she even try to be discreet about how horny for him she is?
“Zander,” I snap. “I need you to raise your chin more.”
He narrows his eyes, clearly irritated, but raises his chin regardless.
“Oh, let me fix his hair a bit,” Crystal says, darting forward before I can stop her. She brushes hair from his forehead with her fingers, lingering a little too long.
Of course the damn playboy doesn’t push her away. Probably already figuring out all the ways he can get her clothes off without the rest of us finding out. I can picture him dragging her into a dark corner and running his hands along her body…
Fuck!
I grind my teeth. “Okay, can we hurry this along please?”
Crystal gives Zander a lingering grin as she moves out of the way, but he’s not paying attention to her. His eyes are locked on me and he looks as pissed as I feel right now.
Good. Fuck him.
My frustration continues to grow as the shoot goes on.
“No, no, no,” I hiss, glaring at him. “You’re not doing it right. You need to listen to me.”
“Maybe you should be a little less bitchy,” he growls back.
I can tell the rest of the team is uncomfortable with the tension between me and Zander, but I can’t make myself act civil. I’m about ready to chuck my camera at him.
“What’s so hard about this?” I demand to know. “You need to relax! You look like you have a hockey stick shoved up your ass!”
“Hey, I’m doing the best I can here,” he insists.
Throwing my hands up in frustration, I declare, “I give up! We’re running out of time, anyway. We can’t be late for our call with Juliet. What we have will need to be good enough today. I’m done.”
Before anyone can say a word or try to stop me, I turn and storm out of the room. I make it into the hall before I hear him coming after me, but I don’t look back.
“Hey,” Zander barks. I don’t stop. “Rylee! Stop!”
Whirling around, I snarl, “What, playboy?”
He marches up to me and glares down at me. “What the fuck is wrong with you Wildcard?”
“What’s wrong with me?” I exclaim. “You! You’re what’s wrong with me!”
“What exactly did I do? I was following your every instruction!”
“You know what?” I spit. “I know that. I know I fucked up back there, but you’re the one who left after giving me the best orgasm of my life, and… ”
Suddenly, Zander cups the back of my head and brings his mouth crashing down on mine in a hungry, demanding kiss and I melt against him instantly. I clutch the front of his shirt and part my lips to let his tongue inside. When his other hand wraps around me to cup my ass, I moan.
Fuck, he’s good. So, so good. I forgot how amazing of a kisser he is.
His tongue moves against mine forcefully, and I can’t help but think of his tongue moving across other parts of me.
How good it felt against my pussy. He tastes like minty toothpaste, and the feel of his beard rubbing against my face is strangely stimulating in a way I wouldn’t have expected.
I’m lost in a haze of lust and desire, grinding against him, ready to jump him right here and now.
I feel him getting hard against me, and I can feel myself getting wet, my pussy eager and greedy for him.
However, he pulls away, breaking the kiss before things go further.
Panting, I stare up at him, stunned. He gazes back down at me, his cheeks flushed and his chest rising and falling with his own heavy breaths.
“We need to get back inside for the meeting,” he murmurs. “I’ll see you in there.”
He steps back, releasing me and turns to make his way back into the conference room.
I watch him go, my mind reeling. What… what was that? Did I really just kiss Zander?
Fuck… this is not good. Or is it? I’m not sure. I can’t really think straight right now.
Shaking myself out of my stupor, I realize that I need to get into the meeting.
Sucking in a deep breath, I hurry back into the large conference room and then into a smaller side room that’s been set up for the call.
When I enter the room, I find Zander sitting at the round conference table, talking to Juliet on the monitor that’s been brought in so she can be on video.
There’s a mirror along the wall behind him and I catch sight of my reflection.
Messy hair and pink cheeks and chin from where his beard brushed against me.
I frantically run my hands through my hair to tame it.
“Oh, Rylee, there you are!” Juliet says when I move into her line of sight. “I was just getting to know our charming bachelor of the year.”
I look from her to Zander, who’s watching me with an expression I can’t read, his emerald gaze darker than usual and his pupils dilated. His shirt is slightly rumpled and his lips seems red and swollen.
I’m glad I’m not the only one who’s a bit of mess after our kiss.
Releasing a deep breath, I plaster on a smile, raise my chin, and reply, “Great! Now that we’re all here, let’s get started.”