“Oh my god,” Troy cuts in again before I can say anything. “Were you the photographer who took those promiscuous photos of him and that girl?”
“I…”
“Wait…” Alice says, and I feel myself spiraling as they connect the dots.
“Oh my god,” Troy says, the fidgeter coming to a standstill.
“Are you the girl?” Alice asks.
“She’s the girl,” Troy says.
“Oh my god,” Alice says.
“Oh my god,” Troy echos.
Oh my god.
Then it hits me.
“Wait…what photos?” I ask. I was taking photos last night, but they were ruined before I could do anything with them. And from the sound of it–
“There are photos of me?” I ask.
“And Zane Calloway,” Troy finishes.
Alice pulls out her phone and types a couple of things in before handing it off to me.
“Oh my god!” I parrot for the thousandth time. “That’s me!”
“And Zane Calloway,” Troy says again.
“Who took these?!” I ask, scrolling through them.
“That’s what we were going to ask you,” Troy says.
“You don’t know?” Alice whispers.
“No,” I shake my head. “I don’t.”
“Holy shit,” Troy says.
And holy shit is right. While my face is too pixelated in the photos to give away my identity, it doesn’t change the fact that it is me. For all the world to see.
“Okay, wait,” Alice says as they both roll their chairs so close to me that all six of our knees are touching. “We need to know everything.”
It’s funny that they should mention that. Because I feel like I need to know everything, too. I start at the beginning because, as co-workers go, I know I can trust these two. For one, they understand the industry. And for two, they know who Zane Calloway is. He’s one of the sexiest models on the planet, and I don’t say that lightly. Honestly, even before I took this job, I had a little celebrity crush on him. And by little, I mean…he was my hall pass.
So I tell my friends everything. Because who, in the world we actually live in, actually gets to sleep with their hall pass? No one, that’s who.
“So wait,” Troy says as he presses the heels of his hands to his eyes with a smile. “So when did he go all caveman on your camera?”
“Before or after he fucked you within an inch of your life?” Alice asks.
“Before,” I say. “Because he didn’t want the photos getting out.”
They both spit out laughs at that. “There are photos that almost reveal his Brad Pitt behind–” Alice says.
“Among other things.” Troy adds with a man giggle.
