I swallow. “Sure.”
His jaw hardens. “What are you waiting for?”
A heaviness settles over my body, but I’m somehow able to stand up and walk over to Tristan. He’s completely still, his eyes intent on me like a hunter.
“Do it slowly, okay?”
I shut my eyes as I reach for the bottom of my shirt. How is it possible that I’m really doing this?
Yet somehow, I don’t regret it.
“Wait.”
Tristan’s voice startles me, and I open my eyes. He jumps up from his chair and heads toward the door. “I’ll be right back.” His eyes flash. “Don’t move”
A moment later he returns to the room with a long tripod attached to a ring light.
I cover my face in palms. “Where did you get that?”
“I stole it from one of my brothers.”
“What is it for?”
“What do you think, Amelia? It’s too dark in here. I need to make sure I can see everything.”
A moment later, the light is plugged in, and I’m blinded. I shut my eyes and groan. “I hate you.”
“Oh, but I’ll be such a good boy when we get back to the series. Now strip.”
I try to ignore the churning in my stomach as I lift up the jersey along with my tank top and pull them over my head. When I toss them on the floor, Tristan makes a strange sound. Something between a gasp and a moan.
“Holy fuck,” he says, his eyes fixed on my chest.
My face must be as red as a fire engine. “They’re not going to look this good after I take my bra off. They hang down to the floor.”
He barely seems to hear me as those wide blue eyes roam from my chest down my belly and up again.
“We’ll save that. Do your pants next.”
I try to smile but my lips quiver. “Bossy.”
“Yes.”
After unbuttoning my jeans and pulling them down my thighs, I try to hop out of them, but my legs are jelly. I stumble for a moment, but then a hard hand clamps around my arm and steadies me. Somehow, Tristan is standing right next to me, though he barely made a sound when he moved.
“I don’t want you breaking your neck before you show me the rest,” he says.
His voice isn’t even slightly facetious. He sounds like he’s…hypnotized.
It makes it less difficult when I reach behind my back and unclamp my bra. I hiss as my boobs fall out of the cups, but the pain goes away the second I see Tristan’s eyes.
He doesn’t look disgusted. He looks like he really could eat me.
“You’re so beautiful,” he whispers.
My stomach flips over. With effort, I keep from smiling. “You better be able to keep your hands off me during the series.”
As soon as the words are out, I want to suck them back in. What a pompous thing to say. As if I’m so gorgeous, he’ll be able to think of nothing else after seeing me naked. He’s probably had sex with all of the most gorgeous women on campus.
