Page 44 of Insatiable Park Avenue Prince

I shrugged. “On campus.”

“Where on campus?”

“In the courtyard.”

“In the courtyard in front of all your friends and peers?”

“Yeah.” Jesus, she was relentless, and the lies flew out of my mouth easily.

She pursed her lips and dropped her hold on me. “You’re such a bad liar, Van. I know what rough sex looks like.”

“It wasn’t— Wait, how do you know?” Actually, on second thought, I didn’t want that bit of personal information atall, but I’d rather have the focus on her naughty deeds than mine.

Mira turned back to the stainless-steel coffee urns and held a cup under the dispenser.

“Never mind that,” she said. “What have I told you?”

“Don’t be a clumsy ass and fall on pavement?”

“If you were vertically challenged in the slightest, you wouldn’t be a client.” She left her coffee black and popped the lid on as I poured a cup of my own. “The rule is, you mark others, you don’t let them mark you.”

I sighed, knowing she was right, but there wasn’t much I could do about it right now. I’d enjoyed myself a little too much in the moment, and I’d have to be more careful.

Not that it was happening again…right? I hadn’t actually been propositioned, and I wasn’t sure if it was a smart idea to keep it going. Itwasa sexy idea, and part of me wanted a round three, but a selfish part of me wanted that to happen away from the cameras this time.

“You’re right,” I admitted, ignoring the sting in my hands from the heat of the coffee.

“I know I’m right. No sex marks. You need to be flawless for all the big things coming your way.”

I choked out a laugh at that comment, because all I could think of right then was, well…Kelly’s massive dick coating my face in his release and—

Nope. I couldn’t follow that train of thought right now. I blew on my coffee and took a sip, shoving the visuals of Kelly to the back of my mind for later. But something Mira said had snagged, and I asked, “What do you mean by big things? Is there something you’re not telling me?”

Her eyes darted elsewhere as she lifted a shoulder. “I can neither confirm nor deny until we’ve got an offer, but there is…talk.”

“Of?”

“I can’t say—”

“You mean youwon’t.”

“Fine, I won’t say, but what Icantell you is that you need to stay in peak condition, and that includes your skin. Got me?”

“Yeah, yeah. I got you.”

“Gonna make a household name out of you yet,” she said, patting my cheek, and then her attention moved past me. “Oh look, they’re ready for you. Off you go.”

I finished off my coffee and headed to the makeup chair. There were several other models I’d worked with before lined up along the tent, each of them at a separate workstation.

The next half-hour was spent getting my eyes painted in black liner that Travis would be proud of, and they’d slicked my hair back to keep the focus on my face. A pair of loose-fitting pants and a structured jacket completed the look. I barely recognized myself, but that was part of what I liked about the job—disappearing into someone else for the day.

“You look perfect,” the photographer said when he stopped by to say hello. He checked his watch. “We’ll start in twenty.”

As he moved down the line, I pulled my phone out of my bag hanging on the back of the director’s chair. I had a feeling Kelly would get a kick out of this look. Maybe it’d inspire him for an upcoming scene, because I could only imagine that he’d look fucking amazing with slicked-back hair and dark eyes.

The line rang…and rang…and then finally the video chat connected.

“Hey there,” I said, grinning as he came into view.

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