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Chapters (22)
  1. End Scene
  2. WARNING
  3. NOTE TO READER
  4. Chapter One
  5. Chapter Two
  6. Chapter Three
  7. Chapter Four
  8. Chapter Five
  9. Chapter Six
  10. Chapter Seven
  11. Chapter Eight
  12. Chapter Nine
  13. Chapter Ten
  14. Chapter Eleven
  15. Chapter Twelve
  16. Chapter Thirteen
  17. Chapter Fourteen
  18. Chapter Fifteen
  19. Chapter Sixteen
  20. Epilogue
  21. Atti and Ash’s End Scene Playlist
  22. Other Titles by Nicky James

“That’s fine and dandy,” Lewis cut in. “But this discomfort will translate to film. It won’t do. We’ll need to keep searching.”

Shit! No, no, no, no, no!

“We can act,” I blurted.

“Really? Do you have modeling or acting experience?” Lewis quirked a brow.

“No,” Asher and I said at the same time.

“Take your clothes off.”

“What?!” Asher and I said in unison.

Charlotte giggled and covered her mouth. “Oh God, they’re perfect and so stinking adorable. They even talk the same.”

“They aren’t perfect if they’re mannequins. If you want sexual chemistry and emotion, they need to lighten up.”

I decided I didn’t like Lewis. He was a jerk.

Jay clapped his hands, breaking the tension and turning to us. “Look. For the purpose of this project, we need to ensure that you not only have the right look but that you are able to translate the emotion and sexual tension we require on film. Lewis and Charlotte would like to assess this before we sign any contracts, you understand?”

“Of course,” I said, eyeing Asher, who had a permanent wrinkle in his nose. He really needed to ditch the look of disgust because it wasn’t helping to win anyone over.

“So, for today, we were hoping to get a more intimate look at what you’re offering. As in, we’d like to see what we’re buying physically.”

“Good God, what politically correct Jay is trying to say is that we need to see your bodies to be sure they are good enough,” Lewis said. “So, like I said before, take your clothes off.”

“It’s called tact, Lewis. Try it sometime.” Jay rolled his eyes and offered us an apologetic smile. “Yes. We’d like to see what’s under the clothes, but we’d also like to assess your chemistry to be sure you can make it real when the camera rolls.”

“Right now?” Asher squeaked growing paler by the minute.

I elbowed his ribs.

Jay’s smile softened. “Today, we’ll check out the goods. If you can come back tomorrow, we’ll assess the chemistry, do a practice shoot, if you will. It will give you a night to relax and prepare. How about that?”

“Sure,” I said, not at all sure anymore.

Asher remained quiet.

“Good. So we don’t need you fully nude right now. For some of the photography and filming we might, but there will be no frontal nudity on display in the final product, I assure you. So just down to your underwear today.”

Jay was a nice guy. I liked him right away. His voice was caring and gentle, and his manner put me at ease. And all the hotness was a bonus. I was pretty sure if the guy told me to get on my knees, I’d be there without question. For the second time, I was sorely regretting my choice of underwear.