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I appreciate the hype more than she’ll ever know.
“Listen, I’m off to grab some more nectar of the gods. You want anything? Latte, frap, gross healthy smoothie?”
“I’m good, but thanks.” I can’t imagine eating or drinking anything right now. My stomach is in knots.
“Okay, well there’s water and fruit in the fridge. If you change your mind in the next forty-five minutes, just have Carson text me and I’ll bring you something. No worries.”
“Sounds good. Thanks.” Stepping out, I hang a left and the rest of the studio comes into view. Holy shit, it’s massive. Props and different scenes are set up all over the place. They’re set up for everything in here. Literally. Everything.
There’s even a tub.
My gaze drifts over to a gilded bird cage big enough for a full-grown person to stand in. Then my eyes sail back to the tub with the chandelier hanging above it. There’s also a bed with a dark grey headboard, a sex swing hanging between a leather couch and a fireplace. OMG, they even have an old 50’s style bar that’s perfect for a pinup girl to sit on, complete with black and chrome stools.
Several props hang from rolling carts out here too. And lighting. So much lighting and filters.
“Hi Mak, I’m Carson.”
Turning around, I freeze. Tall, dark, and hot as sin, Carson makes his way across the room, holding a camera.
Holy. Shit.
No.
No, no, no, no.
There’s no way this guy is who I think it is. Carson’s rich brown eyes bore into mine as he stands there with his hand out for me to shake.
Play it cool, Mak. Don’t make this any more awkward than it already is. “Nice to meet you…” WolfByte.
Before I say another word, he lets go of my hand and steps back. “Ready?”
“Yup.” Maybe I’m losing my mind. My warped imagination probably jumped to WolfByte only because I stayed up all night staring at that man’s profile pic. Okay, I’ve definitely spent too much time online if I’m this flustered over a possible encounter with someone I may be contemplating signing a sex contract with.
If he is WolfByte, and he recognizes me, wouldn’t he say something? Maybe not. I mean, I’m not saying anything either, so this could all be nothing. Besides, WolfByte has those two piercings on his lips and this guy doesn’t. Wait, does he? There are no hoops in his bottom lip, but it looks like he has two holes. Or am I imagining things?
Shit, now I’m staring too long at his mouth.
I can’t seem to stop.
Lift your gaze, idiot! Lift. Your. Gaze.
“Let’s get started.” Carson flashes a smile before turning away from me.
Goddamn he has a nice ass.
“We can start over at the bed if you’d like.” He holds up a paper and reads over it.
I assume it’s the form I filled out when I first reserved this session. “I don’t really want the bed.” I cringe a little. “I’d like something more… unconventional, I think. I’m sorry. I should have asked to fill out a new form yesterday, but I completely forgot about the questionnaire I’d submitted to you before.”
He’s going to kick me out for being a pain in the ass, and I don’t blame him.
Instead, Carson folds the paper up and shoves it into his back pocket. “No problem at all.” He seems completely unfazed that what he’s prepared for may no longer be what I want. “Do you have anything specific in mind?”
“No. I was hoping you could maybe take some creative liberties.”
His smile reminds me of what a villain’s might be like. Hungry and sexy. “Good thing Chloe stretched you out for this.”
“Excuse me?”