Only if the models stopped trying to talk him into doing the shoot with them.
“They know not to actually take their clothes off and everyone here promised not to orgasm in front of him.” Luca stopped when I rolled my eyes. “What? I thought those were reasonable limits.”
For most people.
“They can take their clothes off all they want. He’s seen all of them online a thousand times.” That should’ve been obvious. “He doesn’t have the confidence to be in front of the camera.”
And he was on the fence about being naked in front of people he wanted to be friends with.
The club? He had no problems playing pretend orWhat-Ifabout going there.
The models he stalked? Nope. That was totally different.
We were still working on the why but he couldn’t completely articulate it yet. So our first step had been to have conversationswith them that didn’t involve kidnapping my boy. It’d gone fairly well with only one questionable abduction situation that I’d stopped before it’d gotten out of control.
Emerson just could not understand why he couldn’t drag Mick away anywhere he wanted…and my boy could not figure out how to tell the nut no.
We were working on that too.
“But he’s got a wonderful bone structure and a very photogenic grin. Hell, I think he’d look good wide-eyed after being…shit…kidnapped again.” Luca shrugged as I glared at him. “It was an honest mistake.”
No, it had not been.
“We’re going to take things one step at a time. He’d like to see what a photo shoot here looks like, and then if he’s comfortable, we were going to talk to you about doing a small private one.” For some reason Mick thought I could make him look too good on camera, so we needed someone who wasn’t invested in making him happy to do it.
Brat.
Of course I’d make him look as good as I could.
“Oh.” Luca blinked like he hadn’t thought about that option at all. “He’s your boy.”
Duh.
Maybe Mick was right and I was smarter than the other Doms.
“That’s the point.” He was odder than I’d thought. “You can always say you’re not comfortable with doing a shoot for him.”
Did they have a limit about who he could photograph?
How was he allowed around the models if that was the case?
Half of them were in various states of undress as they got ready for the shoot and the half that were fully clothed were flirting with everyone or looking entirely too innocent.
The tall guy with the long hair looked suspiciously innocent and needed to work on his routine if he wanted it to be believable.
“That’s not it.” Luca still looked like that was it. Raising one eyebrow in his direction got a sigh from him. “I wasn’t sure if he’d be comfortable with that.”
Okay, I could see that being confusing.
“You’re an artist. You’re not a regular person, so the naked rules are very different.” Oddly different but I didn’t have to explain that to Luca. “You’re also hot, so I think that’s making a difference too.”
My naughty boy had a thing for men who fell into the handsome and sexy category. Flirty and on the more feminine side of attractive still confused him in a variety of ways. I was pretty sure that was just leftover fuckery from childhood, but we were still dancing around the idea of him going to therapy.
In his mind, other people were more in desperate need of therapy than him, so it was only polite to let them go first…all of them. It was slightly unfortunate that he kept running into models who behaved so ridiculously I had a hard time arguing with him.
Like Emerson who was quietly making his way around the other side of the fake tree that seemed to be part of the photo shoot this week.
I’d win eventually, but my boy was happy so that was all I was focused on.
