“Need I remind you again,” I chide, eyes on my sister, “you are married, Nia.”
She waves me off. “I told you before that Ty doesn’t care what gets me going when he’s the one I come home to. And after a glass of wine here, he won’t be complaining at all when I get home tonight.”
I visibly shudder, and Elisabet laughs her ass off.
“Can we talk about anythingotherthan my sister’s sex life, please?” I groan, throwing my head back against the couch cushions.
“Yes,” Bet prods. “Tell us about the damn photoshoot.”
I roll my eyes but give in. “It was a fun shoot. Rana Dagon is so lovely in person, and her designs are beautiful. I thought it might be awkward to take some of those pictures with Cam, but it wasn’t bad at all. We basically just tried to make each other laugh the entire time.”
I also decided to tease him after I accidentally rolled my ass over his dick, but I’m going to keep that one to myself.
I don’t have a way to explain why I did it.
Isla pushes her bright locks out of her face. “Are you and Cam actually friends now?”
I let out a breath. “Yes. We went out for lunch after the shoot, and we’ve agreed to be friends. We judged each other far too quickly when we met, but we get along really well now.”
“Have you seen any of the pictures?” Bet asks.
“Rana emailed us some of her favorite proofs earlier. The rest we’ll see when the campaign launches for her winter collection.”
“Grab that phone then, sis. You’re showing us those pictures.”
“Fine,” I say. “I didn’t actually get a chance to look at them since she sent us the email while we were at dinner.”
The girls all crowd around me now as I pull up the email from Rana and go right to the images.
Holy shit, these are good.
Bet stares at my screen. “That gold gown is absolutely stunning on you, Z.”
“I loved that one so much.”
“Which one was your favorite?” Isla eagerly questions.
“Probably the red gown. I felt so sexy in that one.”
Nia looks up at me playfully. “Oh, Cameron agreed with that.”
“What do you mean?” I look at her curiously. “He only ever said that I looked nice.”
“Because his eyes are always on you,” she shrugs.
“We were doing a photoshoot. His eyes were supposed to be on me.”
Bet bites her lip nervously. “Z, that doesn’t necessarily look like it’s just the shoot.”
Isla zooms in on the current picture. The one from our pose where I told Cameron not to get handsy. “Look closer.”
I do as she asks, not because I believe I’ll see what they do, but because I want to humor them.
I’m stunned, though.
They aren’t wrong; Cameronislooking at me in every picture. Even the ones where hedoesn’tneed to look at me.
I scroll through the pictures, ending on one from our last pose. The most intimate pose we did where he’s practically holding me.
