“Yes?” the random lady answers my question like she’s asking another. “They didn’t tell you your shoot today is for a lingerie company?”
“Um, no.” I laugh, feeling my face turn red. “I think I would have remembered that.”
“Well, your team definitely knew about this. They’re the ones that accepted our offer,” the lady says while backing away. “My team thinks this is an amazing opportunity. Our company is going to boom after people see the latest couple wearing our product. We can’t wait to see the outcome. See you outside in five!” She runs off, leaving me alone in the middle of my changing room like she just saw a ghost.
What the hell is happening?
Justin told me this photo shoot was normal, that nothing would be out of the ordinary. However, ten minutes before I left my house, I was told Levi would be joining me, and now,this.
Holding the hanger higher in the air, I feel all the remaining air escape my lungs. This coversnothing.
It’s gorgeous, something I see other girls wearing on TV that I wish I could pull off, but not something I would ever buy.
It’s a see-through pink one-piece with little dainty flowers scattered on it. Millions of people are going to see me half-naked, but what makes me even more nervous is the fact that Levi is going to see me in this.
Will his eyes stay glued to the stretch marks on my hips and on my butt? Will he think my thighs are too skinny? God, what about my arms? Does it look like I don’t eat much by just looking at them?
I can’t do this.
Can’t let everyone see me, inspect me …
Where did all the air go?
Is the world spinning?
CHAPTER29
LEVI
Ihate smiling. That’s why I don’t do it often.
Nothing is more annoying to me than photo shoots. Standing underneath hot lights for hours not only puts me in a bad mood, but also makes me hate the world just a bit more.
For years, I always got out of brand deal shoots, leaving my bandmates pissed off that they were forced to go. But when I heard that this one would be with her, how could I deny any extra time I could spend with her?
So, I said yes and earned myself a lot of teasing from my friends because of my sudden urgency to do a photo shoot.
I make my way to her dressing room, wearing my black designer slacks and dress shirt buttoned halfway, leaving most of my chest bare—as instructed. Messing with my already-messed-up hair, I knock twice when I reach her room, excited to see her outfit.
“Amelia?” I call out when she leaves me standing out in the hallway for two minutes without coming to the door. “I’m coming in. If you’re not decent, don’t hide on my account.”
Entering her dressing room and not seeing my beautiful girl, I hear a sniffle to my right. Immediately making my heart feel tight in my chest. Walking deeper into the room, I see a sliver of her almost-nakedbody through the pulled-back curtain.
What in the world am I doing, fully clothed, and she’s almost naked? Being exposed and practically naked can’t possibly be good for her eating disorder. Why do they always do this to her? Leave her naked and exposed for haters, which makes her hate herself?
I hate the way she’s curled into herself right now. It makes me want to fix that, make her feel beautiful and needed.
“Is that what you’re wearing for the shoot?” I ask, making her jump back in surprise at the sudden roughness in my voice.
When she turns fully to face me, I feel all the blood in my body rush to my cock. Shit, I should have denied this shoot for my sanity. I really need a good lay after this.
“What are you doing in here, Levi?” she asks, trying to cover herself with her arms.
“I knocked twice, but you didn’t answer. I came in here to see if you were alive.”
“Well”—she throws her hands up in frustration—“you know I’m alive now. Get the fuck out.”
“Honey …” I tsk, stepping closer, making her take a step back in return. “Those foul words sound no good, coming from such a sweet mouth.”
