I don’t want them touching Colt.
However irrational—he’smineandonly mineto touch.
Anna wraps her arm around my shoulders. “Maybe we should leave them to it?” she whispers. I refuse to leave and stare directly at Colt as the two girls crawl onto the bed, one on either side of him. He lifts his head, and his eyes lock with mine as the two girls put a leg over his, and their hands are all over his chest.
My breathing quickens, and my heart pounds in my fucking chest.
Overwhelming jealousy, unlike anything I have ever felt before, floods me.
I’m not only jealous, I am resentful.
The green-eyed monster is out, and she is ready to play dirty.
These girls don’t know him.
But they sure as shit are all over my man.
It’s disgusting.
My breathing stutters as it leaves my mouth. I cross my arms over my chest, wanting some power or control over this situation unfolding before me, but I know I have none.
Colt’s eyes never leave mine as the girls are positioned, and that unenviable jealousy burns molten hot through my veins with every touch.
“Eyes on the camera, Mr. Slade,” the photographer directs.
Colt exhales and says, “Until the end of time, Dee.”
My heart stops.
Then, it explodes with overwhelming love for him.
I smile and nod, giving my approval to go ahead.
Then he looks toward the camera. The camera shutter is clicking in quick succession, and I hope that this will soon be over, and that will be that. Photo shoots, as much as I might not like them, will be part of Colt’s future, and I have to get over myself so he can hurtle into the stratosphere where he belongs, where I want him to be.
“Okay, just you in these,” the photographer says, pointing to the girl on the right. She smiles, and the other girl gets off the bed, walking out of the room.
If I am being honest, I want to bitch slap her into the middle of next week as she walks past me, but I don’t.
“Right, make it fucking sexy. I want you two to be in absolute lust for each other.”
Colt frowns as the girl moves her hand down his chest and slides her fingers into the top of his pants, right above his damn cock.
A small noise escapes me as Anna tightens her hold around my shoulders. I tense up as the girl moves her head over his chest, kissing his nipple. Colt’s eyes clench tightly shut.
There is no doubt I want to burst through those doors and pull that skank the fuck off him by her tacky hair extensions.
“Eyes open, Mr. Slade, and focused on her. Make love to her with your eyes,” the photographer directs.
Colt opens his eyes and looks down at her, his brows furrowed and his eyes pained.
“Okay, hold it. Mr. Slade, if you want to be on the cover ofRolling Stonemagazine, you have to want it. Looking like you want to murder the model isnotsexy. If you want your band to be successful in this biz, you’ve gotta put a little extra effort into your publicity, or you’ll bring the whole band down with you.Got it?Now give me sexy, dammit,” he yells.
Colt shuts his eyes tight as she slides her hand down his pants almost to her wrist. I shudder, and Colt opens his eyes, flaming with lust for the practically naked girl that’s all over him. Her lips meet his chest again, and she looks up at him through her lashes. His hand moves to the back of her hair and grasps a fistful. Then he grabs her hand down his pants by the wrist and looks at her with such a sultry stare that my knees feel weak.
I can’t believe he’s grabbing her by the wrist.
That’s our thing.
