Page 36 of Enchanted

I blinked a few times. “Pardon?”

“You asked permission to touch me. That’s what started off this whole…conversation.”

The reminder slammed into me. Rami’s pose not being quite right. Me realising I’d have to physically put him where I needed him.

Things really had got off topic.

“Yes.” I cleared my throat and let my camera swing from the strap I had around my neck. “I’ll just…uh, here.”

Fuck, my hands were shaking as I cupped Rami’s shoulders. Could I be any more embarrassing?

Praying to whoever was listening that Rami wouldn’t notice, I quickly positioned him how I wanted. I let go as fast as possible, straightening and stepping back. “Perfect. Hold it just like that for me. Don’t move.”

Rami smiled innocently. “Whatever you say, Ethan.”

My toes curled in my shoes at how the sentence sounded rolling off his tongue. The decadent, sinful way his lips formed something as simple as my name.

I was right. His mouth was trouble. It was making me forget things. Important things.

Like Dave.

I stumbled back a few paces, raising my camera like a shield. Maybe if I kept it glued to my eye, I could remember what this was.

A job.

And nothing more.

Iwas quiet as we progressed through the rest of the shoot. I think Rami realised I was nearing my limit, because he wasn’t dishing out nearly as many quips as he had earlier.

I couldn’t decide whether I was relieved or disappointed.

“Okay, I think that’s it,” I announced, lowering my camera and giving Rami a grateful smile. “Thank you. You’ve made this the easiest shoot ever.”

“You’re welcome.”

He got up from the rug he’d been sprawled over for the last hour and stretched languorously. I turned my head sharply so I wouldn’t be tempted by his rippling muscles.

Again.

“I’ll make sure to put in a good word with Sam,” he added. “Not that I think you’ll need it. I suspect he’ll have you back here for another shoot with me very soon.”

I gave him a quizzical glance. “I thought your schedule was rammed. That’s what Sam implied.”

“It is. But I can find time for you.”

He reached up to dismantle the rig I’d needed as the sun dropped lower in the sky. My mouth dried out as my gaze snagged on how his biceps flexed and bunched.

“You don’t need to,” I said belatedly, tearing my gaze away. “Sam said there are lots of hot men living here. Maybe a few of them can be persuaded to sit for a session.”

Rami stiffened suddenly. “I don’t think any of them would be interested.”

My gut twisted at Rami’s confirmation that he found his housemates attractive.

Why does that bother you?

“That’s a shame,” I said lightly.

“I can keep you busy,” Rami added hastily. “Don’t worry about that.”