I watched with uncontained amusement as he descended on the fry-cuterie, filling both hands with fries.
“They’re still warm.” He moaned, shoving an impressively large waffle fry into his mouth.
I didn’t bother to point out the heat lamp over the board. I’d just let him live his dream.
“I need ketchup,” he said, turning up his nose at all the fancy dipping sauces. He even bypassed the cheese.
Laughing under my breath, I grabbed the bottle of ketchup, gave it a shake, and then dumped some beside the heaping mound of shoestring fries.
“I fucking love you, frat boy,” Drew said, dunking three fries into the red sauce and jamming them into his mouth.
I patted his ass. “I know, baby.”
I left him to his joy, made myself a coffee, and grabbed him a water.
“I thought that might butter him up,” Emily said, sidling up to me.
“You were right.”
“Think he’ll do the shoot?”
“T!” Drew called. “There’s curly fries too!”
I laughed. “I think he can be convinced.”
Thirty minutes later, Drew was dressed in his red fire suit, and I was still in my jeans. I did exchange the T-shirt I’d been wearing for a blue button-up. Drew’s hair was styled off his face, his blue eyes on full display. My hair was down over my forehead, not usually my normal style, but the girl in wardrobe said it made me look more mysterious. I didn’t know what that meant, but I wasn’t going to argue. Drew was already grumbling enough.
“Manlove,” he griped as I stepped in front of the camera with him. “Braeden is going to have a field day.”
“The race car is clashing with his suit!” David yelled from the sidelines. “It’s ruining my vision!”
We both turned to look at Drew’s car, which had been pulled onto set while we’d been changing.
“Clashing colors is not sexy!” David ranted.
The car was taken off set, and David had us get into place.
“It’s missing something,” he said, lowering the camera and gazing around. “That! Whose car is that?” He pointed at the Fastback.
“It’s mine,” Drew said.
“Yours?” David asked. “It’s the perfect color! Bring it onto set!”
Drew gave me a look.
“Did I mention how sexy you look in that suit?” I asked.
Drew pulled the fastback into the background, and everyone adjusted the lighting and set to accommodate.
“Trent! Drew! In the front,” David directed. “Yes!” he said as we moved in. “Drew in the front. Trent, arms around him from behind.”
The camera clicked, and then we changed positions.
“Sit on the hood,” David told me. “Spread your legs.”
Drew made a sound.
“Drew, get between them.”
