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The streams are for our subscribers, while the video will be pay-per-view. It’s the best of both worlds, and I know a lot of subscribers will do both.
As I set them up, I find my mind wandering back to Lorna’s offer.
I’m going to be in a fucking calendar.
Frowning, I realize there aren’t any well-known holidays in August. I’ll have to do some research to pick a holiday. I know that most, if not all, days have a national something or other day. It shouldn’t be too hard to figure out a holiday that will work for both a photoshoot and a video.
Wrinkling my nose, I almost wish I didn’t have the session with the guys today, so I could research it now. Or I could start by looking it up on my phone. I still have a few minutes before they should be here.
I decide that’s exactly what I’m going to do and pull my phone off the tripod. Before starting my search, I shoot a text to Victor, who’s most likely to arrive first, and ask him to grab two of the folding-top desks. When I receive a thumbs-up, I dive into the search engine.
Chapter Seven
Victor
Icarry the two desks up the stairs, glad no one is coming down. It’s a little awkward carrying both at the same time, but it’s better than making the trip twice.
It’s a good thing she texted me when she did, as I was just passing the storage area when it came through.
I make my way to room seven, setting the desks down quietly as I peer through the open doorway.
Dani is poised on the edge of the bed with her nose to her phone, which is unlike her. Usually, she already has her phone set up and ready to go when I arrive.
My eyes roam her body, loving the way she looks in the schoolgirl outfit that barely covers her. The crop top whitebutton-down only has a couple of buttons done up and it hugs her perky breasts.
I love her tits. They’re big and round, more than a handful for most men, but the perfect handful for my large hands.
Her long blonde hair hangs over her shoulder, and her skirt barely covers her crotch. In fact, I can tell from the flash of pink as she adjusts how she’s sitting that she isn’t wearing any panties under them. I know if she stands up, I’ll get glimpses of her ass cheeks from beneath the hem.
She may not be as curvy as Maya, but she’s perfect the way she is.
My half-hard cock goes rigid.
I should let her know I’m here with the desks, but I can’t seem to stop myself from just watching her.
Yes, she is beautiful, but she’s so much more than her outer beauty. I’ve never met another person with so much compassion, love, and support for other people—even strangers. I’m not sure Dani has ever met someone she didn’t want to befriend.
She’s just so fucking special, and I wish she were mine and Jason’s. I know he wants her just as badly as I do, but until he gives the go-ahead, I can’t tell her how I feel.
A hand slaps down on my shoulder, and I jump, barely containing a startled yelp from spilling out.
“Being a creeper again?”
I sigh, shoulders slumping when I realize it’s Andrés. My eyes stay locked on Dani to see if she noticed us, but she seems engrossed by whatever she’s looking at on her phone. “Yes.”
He chuckles. “At least you stopped trying to deny it.”
“It’s kind of hard to deny it when I’m caught red-handed,” I tell him with a laugh.
“Do I even want to know how long you’ve been standing here?” he asks, his eyes flickering toward Dani as his face grows moreserious. If I didn’t already have an idea of how he felt about Dani, his face right now would give him away.
I don’t answer him right away, watching him instead. I wonder if he knows how emotive he is when he looks at her.
He’s also fucking gorgeous with his curly black hair falling around his face and onto his forehead, his full beard covering his lower face and making him seem broody—which he totally is. His bronzed skin always reminds me just how pale I am. As much as men hate to be called beautiful, Andrés is truly a beautiful man.
His lip quirks up at the corner as he slowly turns to face me, letting me see the amusement in his sky-blue eyes. “Creeping on me now?”
“If you don’t want people creeping on you, then you shouldn’t be so hot,” I tell him gruffly, ignoring the heat in my cheeks.
