“I’m not selling my soul.”
He ignored me, loading up his photo app and leaning over to show me. “This isZig,” he said with a smile.
On his screen, hiding between two dark rocks, was the most fluorescent lime-green snake I had ever seen. Its yellow eyes glared at me through the glass, raging and ready to strike. In the next photo,Zigwas coiled, looking just as angry.
“Does she always look like that?” I asked, shuffling closer.
I wasn’t scared of snakes. Or… I didn’t think I was.
I was definitely a fluff-over-scales kind of girl.
“Beautiful?”
“No,” I said and gave him a dull look. “Furious.”
He chuckled, looking down at his pet with love as he swiped to another photo. “Nah, she’s happy as hell in this one. Just had her first rat in two weeks. When I’m gone, my mum feeds her too much. Every winter, she has a little diet.”
And, against my better judgement, I sat there smiling along.
Until he swiped again, distracted as he nodded at one of theworkers who waved his way.
He didn’t notice the picture he was showing me until it was too late.
Most of his screen was grey, his legs in his jogging bottoms. The main focus was the clear outline of his cock, thick andgirthydown his thigh.
The air left my lungs as I choked on the syllables I tried to turn into words, which instead became a fit of giggles.
He locked the phone, only to show yet another picture of his snake as his background. The reptile kind.
“That wasn’t the snake I was expecting,” I coughed, pursing my lips together as I tried to stop laughing.
He looked down at me and I half expected him to storm off, shut me down or tell me to fuck off. But he was grinning, trying to stop himself from laughing too.
“You’re actually funny,” he complimented. “I didn’t expect that.”
“You’re actually not a complete dick,” I countered. “I didn’t expect that.”
And whenCriscame to Nix’s shoulder, we were both smiling at each other. AsCristapped him, he didn’t respond for a second, though his smile faltered. “I’ll see you Tuesday, Olivia.”
Thank god.
And as I got up to leave,Cristold him, “Lucahas signed a contract.”
Chapter 5
Despite our fond moment, I didn’t trust Nix. I kept tabs on his calendar, even watching his private plane travel across Europe on an app I downloaded for the occasion.
The correspondence between Nix’s manager and me was getting increasingly abrupt as I micromanaged his movements. It was about time someone did. His manager undoubtedly was paid a fortune to hardly exist. So my job was even more complicated than I’d first expected.
In the hotel, I waited for him at breakfast. All the riders were there, ready for the coach that would take us to the shoot.
I stabbed my hash brown angrily, watching every person who entered the food hall.
He might have got his breakfast delivered to his room.
He might be waiting outside for the coach.
He might have got a taxi by himself to get there early.
