Page 90 of Flaunt
“Tell me.Please.”
He shakes his head. “Can’t risk it. It’s going to take a lot of work to get it to come together.”
“Did you just saycome together?”
He smacks my ass as he walks away, making me yelp. “Let's get these pictures over with so I can get you home.”
Home. Not his home. Just … home.
There’s something about how he says it so freely that burrows itself inside my soul.Like I’m welcome. Wanted. He says it like I have a place there.
I’m not sure what this is between Banks and me. I can’t quite wrap my head around it. But I can’t deny that it’s a wonderful thing to feel this at ease with someone. To feel like we are friends and also lovers. That he wants me to be here, in his space—his favorite space, and in his home.
And in his bed.
He strips his shirt off and tosses it on a stool.
“Who was your photographer last time?” I ask, pulling my phone from my pocket.
“Tasha.”
My insides tighten.
He grins. “Don’t be jealous. She’s happily married and thinks of me like her child, I’m pretty sure.”
“I’m not jealous.”
He walks to me and kisses me roughly and loudly. “You have no reason to be.”
What? My brain scrambles as he disappears into his office.I have no reason to be? Why? What does that mean?While my head might be unsure, the rest of me doesn’t care.
Banks comes back with a rose. “Okay, Gloria suggested one with a rose in my mouth.”
I burst out laughing.
“I know, I know,” he says. “But I have to give the fans what they want.”
“There’s something really weird about you having a fan club of geriatric women.”
He shrugs. “They bake pies and bring me homemade lunches. They tell me I’m handsome. And, before you, they were clamoring to set me up with their granddaughters.”
“Before me?”
“Yeah. Before you.” He winks. “We’re fake married, and I’m real monogamous.”
We’re fakemarriednow?
My heart. I grin so hard it hurts.
“I considered bringing oil to give my muscles a little extra sheen, but I have a sparkles complex at this point,” he says.
I snort. “I’m pretty good with filters. I can make you sparkle without sparkling in real life.”
His eyes heat. “The way you make me sparkle is my favorite.”
A rip of excitement tears through me at high velocity.
“You look a little nervous and inexperienced at this,” he says. “So I’m just going to move around in the way I know the ladies love, and you just snap all the pictures.”
