Page 4 of Insatiable Park Avenue Prince

Okay, so maybe not nervous? Maybe just a diva? He’d seemed pretty put out that Rafferty didn’t know him, and this spectacle about maintaining his modesty seemed a little overboard, considering what was about to happen. The guy needed to get over his hang-ups. Especially since I was about to get up close and personal with him in about five minutes.

“Look here, kid.” Anita put her hands on her hips. “I get it. You got a pretty face, a killer body, and most people probably listen when you talk. But me, I don’t get paid enough to take your shit. I’m standing in a run-down warehouse oiling up two guys who are about to fuck on that bed. So you think you got issues? I haven’t had sex in a year and a half. Now lose the damn robe.”

Donovan blinked, his face frozen in a “stunned fish” expression until Anita clapped her hands in front of him.

“Lose the robe.”

“Did you just say ‘oiling two guys who are going to fuck’?”

Anita let out a sigh, aiming her eyes to the ceiling. “Oh, for the love of God. Do you not see the big dick standing behind me? What did you think he was here for?”

Donovan looked past her to where I stood naked, oiled, and pretty damn hard after his little outburst, and he shook his head.

“You think I’m going to… That we’re going to…” He looked around the warehouse, at the lighting, the cameras, the person with the boom mic, and like a bell had just clanged in his head, he muttered, “Fuck me.”

“Yes, that’s exactly it,” Anita said. “I think he’s going to fuck you. No offense, but he’s definitely the top here, pretty boy. Now lose the robe.”

My lips twitched as Donovan’s eyes narrowed. It was obvious from his outburst that there was some kind of mix-up happening here. But damn, the flush of irritation staining his cheeks made me wish hewashere for the same reason I was.

“I’m not losing anything.” In fact, he belted that robe tighter. “There’s been some kind of mix-up. I’m not a…not a…”

“Bottom?” Anita suggested.

“Porn star.”

“Oh. Oh.” She pulled her hands back and gripped the bottle of oil tight. “So what are you doing here?”

“I don’t know. Clearly.”

Damn it.Well, there went my fantasy of getting to see what was under that robe. Not to mention how he’d feel under me on that bed.

“What exactly did you think you were here to do?”

“What I’m getting paid to. Model the latest Onyx watch.”

There was utter incredulity on Anita’s face as she stared at Donovan. “Rafferty?” she called out over her shoulder. “We have a situation.”

“Handle it,” he said, his focus on the storyboard he and his assistant were going over.

“I would, but, uh…this guy isn’t here for our scene.”

Rafferty’s head shot up. “Come again?”

“Nope, none of that,” Anita said, and gestured to Donovan. “He’s here to model jewelry—”

“Watches,” Donovan corrected her.

“That’s what I said, watches.” She held out her oil-slicked hands. “So where’s the next guy I need to rub down?”

Several heartbeats passed as Rafferty’s horrified gaze flicked between Donovan and me, and the smile he’d worn the whole time I was here vanished in an instant.

“Rafferty?” she asked again, and that seemed to snap him out of his panicked state.

Still clutching the storyboard, he approached Donovan. “Any interest in being our plus-one today?”

Donovan’s hazel eyes went wide. “Excuse me?”

“He’s asking if you’re down to let me fuck you,” I said, sauntering over to join the conversation. If there was a chance my first shoot could be with this guy, I was taking it. He’d already been checking me out, so this could be a nice turn of events.

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