Page 43 of Knot Their Starlet

Beck’s eyes are wide and confused. He almost looks a little horrified.

This is certainly a hell of an introduction to a shoot, that’s for sure.

“We’re burning daylight, Andromeda. I need you to meet me halfway,” Stephan calls.

And of course, meeting him halfway means just giving him what he wants.

God, I don’t know if I can do this in front of Beck. Let alone with Beck’s not-quite-boyfriend in the room, glaring at me.

But right when I open my mouth to protest again, I catch Stuart’s gaze. He just raises a single brow expectantly, almost like he’s disappointed in me for causing a scene.

Even with Beck’s warm hands at my waist, I feel helpless.

“Fine,” I mutter before reaching back and unclipping my bra.

It goes flying in Stephan’s general direction, my one act of defiance before I settle in Beck’s lap, my arms crossed over my chest to try to maintain some of my modesty.

Normally for shoots where I’ve gone topless in the past, I’d be given some sort of nipple covers.

Not today.

“Okay, give me a bit of a back arch, Andromeda, one arm draped around Beck’s shoulder,” Stephan calls.

“Sorry,” I mumble, unable to meet Beck’s gaze. I fight the flush of embarrassment that’s probably making its way to my ears.

Beck looks shocked, maybe even a little panicked.

Click, click, click.

“Smile guys! Remember to give the vibes you can’t get enough of each other.”

My face twists to follow the instruction immediately. I don’t have to think about that type of thing, even if I am trying to swallow down my frustration and embarrassment.

Beck’s smile is impressive, considering this is his first shoot, and he’s pretty new to Hollywood’s world of manufacturing emotions for profit. But since our faces are inches from each other, I can see the tension in the lines of his smile.

“Perfect. Just like that. Now Andromeda, press your chest against his. Keep that arch. Hands in your hair.”

It doesn’t register to me that maybe this is too far. That saying no is even an option.

Maybe if it did, I would’ve stopped in time.

But I don’t.

So I hit the pose just like I have all the other poses I’ve been instructed to hit.

Click, click, click.

But along with the clicks of the camera, there’s a string of muttered curses that carries through the air.

Beck lets out a soft noise of shock, standing abruptly. His eyes are locked on something on the other side of the room.

I’m sent sprawling onto the floor, my ass hitting the ground hard, topless in front of the entire room.

Click, click, click.

Fuck Stephan.

Those photos better get fucking deleted.