Page 2 of Insatiable Park Avenue Prince

I reluctantly tore my eyes away, only to see a tiny setup consisting of a single folding chair and mirror. Hardly any makeup at all lined the counter, and I frowned.

The man clapped me on the shoulder, but before he walked off, I said, “Wait, what was your name?”

That bright white smile returned as he bowed. “Rafferty, your director extraordinaire. I’ll see you out there when you’re ready.”

Something about his name niggled the back of my mind, but I couldn’t place where I’d heard of him. I knew for a fact we hadn’t worked together; he wasn’t exactly a forgettable character.

“Have a seat.” Anita gestured toward the chair I wasn’t sure would hold my weight; then again, if Sin or whoever that guy in the robe was had managed it, I should be fine.

Anita ran her fingers through my hair, studying me in the mirror. “I think you look great as you are. We’ll just cut down the shine a bit.” She reached for the translucent powder and brushed a bit across my forehead, nose, and cheeks. “All right, stand up and get undressed and let’s see what we’re working with.”

Well, that was putting it bluntly. Apparently Anita wasn’t only the hair and makeup artist, but also the stylist? Not that she’d done a thing to my face, but if they wantedau naturel, I was fine with that. My weekly facials and ten-step nightly skincare routine ensured my complexion was a practically fucking perfect to paint on.

I unrolled the long sleeves of my dress shirt and unbuttoned the cuffs as I peeled off my shoes. It wasn’t until I was sliding my shirt off my arms that I realized I wasn’t exactly in a private corner to get naked. Not that I was ashamed of my body. Hours in the gym and a decent diet kept my lean frame toned to perfection for my job.

Hell, and if that sexy-as-fuck guy in the robe was still watching…

Without another thought, I unbuttoned my jeans, stripping down to my boxer briefs and carefully laying my clothes over the back of the folding chair.

Straightening, I waited as Anita ran her eyes over my body, not in a lecherous way, but looking for any imperfections she’d have to cover. She wouldn’t find any—except for one that would be hidden to any camera I posed in front of. Raising her hand, she motioned for me to turn, and as I did, I found myself looking for Mr. White Robe, but I didn’t see him anywhere.

“Not a blemish on you. Impressive.” Anita snapped her gum and reached for a white robe hanging nearby. “Lose the briefs.”

My brows rose slightly. I’d done plenty of nude shoots, and with this being for a new line of watches, I supposed they wanted to keep the focus on their product while showing a whole lotta skin.

Oh shit.That meant I’d be getting up close and personal with naked white robe guy. Fuck me, this day just got better than I’d imagined.

I stripped out of my briefs, adding them to my clothes pile, and put the robe on, tying it at the waist. Anita grabbed a bottle of oil and inclined her head for me to follow her, and it didn’t occur to me until we were halfway across the room that she hadn’t given me a pouch or flesh-colored thong to wear to cover…well, my dick.

The lighting crew finally had their gear up and running and were testing where it best hit the bed, while the guy with a reflector screen ran around trying to find the best possible position.

There was a huge chandelier over the bed that I hadn’t noticed before, and it shimmered and sparkled, adding to the difficulties of getting the best light. It was clear they were going for a classy, high-end kind of vibe with an element of grit. That way, it wouldn’t seem too out of reach for the middle class. I could see the appeal of that. Get as many eyes on a product as possible, and what better way to do that than with two naked men inviting you to join them?

Footsteps across the bed had me glancing up to the director coming out and chatting to—yes, thank you, Jesus—Mr. White Robe himself. He was nodding along, his eyes focused as Rafferty pointed to the bed and the plush pillows propped up against the ornate headboard.

Mr. White Robe looked at the headboard and said something that had Rafferty throwing his head back and laughing, and I caught a smirk under all that delicious scruff.

Damn. Today wasn’t going to be a hardship at all. At least, it wouldn’t be if I stopped thinking about how good that scruff would feel on myverynaked body. I followed Anita to the end of the bed, more than ready to get to the introductions. Mr. White Robe leaned down and pushed his hand against the mattress.

What the hell was he doing? Testing to see how comfortable the thing was? Like it mattered? They could ask us to lie on these beat-up wood floors and we’d have to do it. Rafferty slowly smiled as Mr. White Robe straightened, and I frowned.

Who was this guy? Not to sound conceited, but I was a pretty big name in the industry, and our director had acted like I was some Joe Blow who’d walked off the street. Whereas he was fawning all over this guy like he was the next coming of Christ.

Not that I could blame him. Mr. White Robe had a commanding way about him, from his tall, built stature, to his confident swagger as he moved about the room in next to nothing.

Again, all things that people usually found admirable about me. But for some reason, it was this guy who had everyone’s attention.

He sure as hell had mine.

TWO

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“SIN, I’D LIKE you to meet…” Rafferty’s words trailed off, his forehead bunching as he looked at the guy joining us.

The blond in the robe kicked up a brow like he was surprised our director fumbled for his name. Hell, with a gorgeous face like his, I couldn’t believe it either. “Donovan,” he said, a hint of annoyance in his voice. “Or Van for short.”

I smiled as I held my hand out toward him. “Pleasure to meet you, Donovan. I won’t be forgetting your name.” Not when I expected to call it out soon.

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