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“Please, Tanner,” she begged me. “Just do it.”
“O-kay,” I said. “If that’s really what you want.”
I eased my frame onto my car above the wheel well, my hands on my knees and my shoulders forward.
“Try to look less stiff, Tanner,” Ainsley said.
I sighed. “I’m not a model. I don’t know how.”
“I bet I can help loosen you up,” Marta said as she quickly pasted herself against my back side. She draped her arms over my front, raking her nails down my chest.
Chik chik chik.
“I want you to be honest with me, Tanner,” Marta whispered, her breath in my ear as Ainsley snapped photos from every angle. “You didn’tactuallythink Ainsley was me, did you?”
“I don’t knowwho you are,” I said, “or what this is.”
“You’re too much!” Marta said, burying her laugh against the side of my neck.
Chik chik chik.
“That’s good, you two!” Ainsley called out. “Now get a little closer.”
Closer? I didn’t want to get any closer to this girl, but Marta didn’t have to be told twice. With her arms around my neck, she tumbled over my shoulder and somehow ended up cradled in my arms, lying across my lap.
Chik chik chik.
“So you’re saying you’ve never heard of me?” she asked, staring longingly into my eyes. “Really?”
“Really,” I said.
Chik chik chik.
“Then why’d you agree to do this, silly?”
“I didn’t. My agent put me up to it. He’s the one that follows you, evidently.”
“Youhadto have looked me up after we set this up, though,” she said, self-assured.
I shook my head. “Never.”
Marta squeezed her tits together, daring me to look. “But you like what you see, don’t you?”
I didn’t take the bait. Ruffled, she huffed and flared her nostrils.
“Okay, let’s mix it up,” Ainsley said. “Marta, let’s have you sit in the passenger seat. Tanner, I want you to stand right outside the car, as if you’re helping her out.”
Marta rolled off the hood and climbed into the passenger seat. I followed her and stood outside the car.
“Look casual, Tanner,” Ainsley said.
“I don’t know how. I’m an athlete, not a model.”
Frustrated and done with this crap, I leaned against the car and stuffed my hands in my pockets.
“That’s perfect,” Ainsley said.
“He’s a natural!” Marta agreed.
