I lingered, I wasn’t likely to make it to the photo shoot anytime soon.
He groaned again. “Cannon and I have meetings all morning. Petrova wants to talk about the two of us doing another album together since we’re back to being friends again.” He sat up as I started for the bathroom. “Make sure your mom goes with you.”
I’d already texted Mom as soon as I’d confirmed the location with Gina, but I hadn’t heard back yet. Rolling my eyes at him, I promised I would.
But when I got out of the shower, it was to find Mom had texted me back that she had her own doctor’s appointment to go to that morning. It was her yearly exam, and she was already at the doctor’s office. It wouldn’t be the first time I’d gone to a shoot without an assistant. I wasn’t helpless. I could handle it on my own.
Not that I mentioned it to Jagger. If I told him Mom couldn’t go with me, he would get all growly because he hated it when I worked without either him or Mom with me.
He was still lying in bed when I came out of the bathroom. His pale-blue eyes hungrily ate up the sight of me with nothing more than a damp towel wrapped around me. “Blow off this job and come back to bed,” he urged. “I’ll text Ma and have her move my meetings.”
Laughing, I shook my head. “Sorry, no can do. This is one of my biggest clients, and I can’t cancel.” I pulled out a pair of panties and then a bra. As I stepped into jeans, he jumped out of bed.
Squealing, I grabbed the first shirt my fingers touched and dodged him. “I love you,” I called over my shoulder while he growled behind me. “See you later.”
“Shaw, get your sexy ass back here,” he called from the door. He was completely naked and knew better than to walk around the house in so little. Luca would probably kill him if Violet saw him like that. I knew I would. I loved my bestie and knew she wasn’t even in the right frame of mind to even notice, but the thought of anyone seeing my man like that made me see red.
“Have a good meeting,” I called back with a giggle.
The shoot was taking place at one of the studios not far from Aunt Emmie’s building, so I parked there and then walked, hoping I might have time to go in and say hi to her afterward before Violet’s appointment. I got to set with only a few minutes to spare and was rushed through hair and makeup.
As soon as I got in front of the camera, however, I felt uncomfortable. It wasn’t the first time a photographer had given me the look I saw in the guy’s eyes, but it was the first time I’d seen it while not having backup with me. The photographer, Eric, was new to me. And according to the stylist on set, he was new to the client too.
Since they were doing this at the last minute to replace the pulled material from the racist actress, they had to get whoever was available that morning.
He was the definition of a narcissistic douchebag if I’d ever met one. With his expertly highlighted blond hair, turquoise eyes, and a face that had been surgically altered to give him a chiseled jaw and high cheekbones. I wondered if he was going for the Ken look, but I kept that question to myself as I ignored the way he kept flexing his muscles under his tight black T-shirt. His skinny jeans molded over his crotch area, showcasing his package that I’d heard the makeup artist giggling about earlier as she mused aloud if it was real or one of those prosthetics that gave the impression the guy had a big dick.
The outfit I was wearing for the shoot wasn’t even that suggestive. I had on silky white pajama pants that fit perfectly on my hips and a matching cami top that showed off a few inches of my stomach. The clothes weren’t the product of the client’s that I would be representing, however. It was a part of their skincare line, and all I basically had to do was hold the jar of moisturizer and smile.
Yet the way Eric kept leering at me made me feel like I was naked.
By the end of the shoot, I was so uncomfortable and pissed that