Page 1 of Insatiable Park Avenue Prince

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“ARE YOU SURE this is the right place?” I shifted my phone to the other ear as I squinted up at the rust-colored brick of the warehouse my maps app had taken me to. It wasn’t that I hadn’t done photoshoots in the Meatpacking District before, even if it was rare; it was that the building looked completely unoccupied. Whatever businesses used to be on the ground floor were now shuttered except for a liquor store on the corner, and I didn’t see anyone coming and going out of there.

Mira, my agent, responded, but half of her words were cut out by the shit signal. I didn’t understand how that was possible anywhere in Manhattan, but here we were.

I glanced down at the address in my email again, checking it against where the map told me I was, and then lifted the phone back to my ear.

“Listen, you’re cutting out,” I said, heading to the main doors. “I’ll call you after the shoot.”

Without waiting for her broken response, I made my way inside, took one look at the peeling paint on the elevator, and took the stairs instead. No way was I taking a chance on that potential deathtrap when the shoot was only on the third floor.

The location was an interesting choice for the luxury brand I’d be modeling for today, but I’d been in crazier situations, and maybe they wanted to grit things up a little. Or maybe the exterior was made to throw people off from a hidden jewel inside.

It could happen.

I rapped on the door, and when it immediately opened, I was greeted by a dark-skinned male with a dazzling smile and the loudest outfit I’d seen since the last Betsey Johnson show. Fluorescent yellow flowers covered every inch of the suit he wore, and the rows of tight braids fell down almost to his waist.

“Hello there, handsome,” he said, stepping aside to usher me in. “Welcome to our little slice of paradise for the day.”

Slice of paradise? Umm…I frowned as I took in the wide-open interior of the place that didn’t look all that different to the exterior. The rust-colored bricks from outside had made their way in, though some looked ready to crumble, and the floors underfoot had a definiterusticappeal to them—if one considered being close to collapse appealing. I hesitated at the door, my life flashing before my eyes as I imagined my foot going through one of the floorboards.

“No need to be shy,” the man said when I continued to stand in his doorway. “Come in, come in.”

When he stepped away from the door and didn’t fall to his ultimate demise, I decided, what the hell. The paycheck from this shoot would be more than enough to cover any injuries I might sustain if the worst-case scenario happened, and if it didn’t, then I would have a nice payday coming my way.

“Did you find the place okay?” the man asked as I followed him inside and shut the door. “You’re a little late.”

I looked at my watch and realized Iwasrunning a few minutes late, but nothing to make a scene over. I’d had to get across town, after all, and traffic at this time was insane.

“Sorry about that.” And I was. If there was one thing I took seriously, it was my job, and I hated the fact I’d caused any kind of holdup. “I hope that didn’t put your schedule too far behind.”

“Oh, you’re fine.” He glanced over his shoulder as he walked past several people setting up the lighting equipment, waving a hand in their direction. “They’re still getting everything set up. I just wanted you and Sin to have a moment to get familiar with one another.”

Sin?Was that who I’d be shooting with today? I hadn’t been told all that much about the gig other than the fact that Onyx wanted me and what they were willing to pay. But I guess that kind of fell on me too, because after I heard the amount, I hadn’t bothered asking any more questions.

Something I probably should think about next time so I could prepare myself in advance by getting a tetanus shot.

“I have to say,” my guide said as we continued toward the middle of the room, where several people were gathered around a beautiful bed, “I was expecting someone a little more…buff. But I think you’ll do quite nicely. Good contrast and all.”

Morebuff?What was this guy talking about?They would have had my portfolio and known what I looked like. This wasn’t a blind date. If they wanted some muscled-up guy, they should’ve been more specific.

We came to a stop by the side of the bed, and the man gestured to it, waggling his brows. “What do you think? Gorgeous, isn’t it?”

I took in the enormous California king as he bent to smooth his hand across the luxurious-looking silk duvet. It was nice and all, but nothing compared to the bed back at my place in the prestigious Waldorf Astoria Towers Residences. Not that I was about to tell him that. He looked like he was going to orgasm from the reverent way he was stroking the material.

“It is,” I agreed, knowing the best way to have a shoot run smoothly was to play nice with the director. “So is the hair and makeup team ready for me?”

He tilted his head, giving me a peculiar look. “Uh, sure. I’ll take you back.”

As I followed him across the room, my eyes caught on a flash of white—a long robe covering the body of a man even taller than my six-one frame, and far broader. He ran his fingers through his shoulder-length dirty-blond hair, gathering it in his large hands as he tied it up. All of that was enough to catch my attention, but it wasn’t until he turned around that my breath caught in my throat.

Please tell me that’s Sin. I’d have no problem at all spending hours shooting with him, even though right about now my dick disagreed.

But damn. The man was gorgeous. Dark brows sat low over his piercing amber eyes, and the thick scruff along his jaw made me want to run my hands through it.

He looked up, and our gazes collided for only a moment before I heard the man leading me say, “Here we are. Anita will take care of getting you ready today.”

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