Famous (Famous #1) (31 page)

T
h
e
ph
o
t
og
r
a
ph
e
r
reversed our positions so I was draped over the top of Cade, my leg hooked over his, and his arm bent at the elbow so his hand could play with a strand of my hair.

“
O
kay
, Cade, lean yo
u
r
c
h
ee
k
on
Brook
’
s
f
o
rehe
ad,
a
n
d
t
h
e
n
b
o
t
h of you look
at
t
h
e
c
a
m
e
r
a. T
r
y to look sexy
a
n
d
s
m
ol
d
er
i
n
g, you
kn
o
w
w
h
at
I m
e
a
n
.”
Sh
e la
u
g
h
e
d
as s
h
e
i
n
st
r
u
c
ted
t
h
e
ass
i
stant
t
o tu
r
n
on
t
h
e
f
a
n
s.

Oh y
e
a
h
, I k
n
ow
wh
at
y
ou
m
e
a
n
.
“
We got this,”
I sa
i
d
und
e
r
m
y
b
re
a
t
h
, a
n
d
Cade
sighed
a
s
h
is
a
r
m
s tig
h
t
e
n
e
d
a
r
o
un
d
m
e
.

M
y
h
e
a
r
t
w
as
p
o
und
i
n
g
at b
e
i
n
g this close
t
o
h
im
a
n
d
I
kn
e
w
t
h
e
lo
n
g
i
n
g I
f
e
lt
w
o
u
ld
s
h
o
w on
m
y
f
e
a
t
u
re
s. My fingers trailed down his bare chest, as I
l
oo
k
e
d
r
ig
h
t in t
h
e
lens,
m
y
m
o
u
th o
p
e
n
e
d
sl
i
g
h
tly. Cl
i
c
k
, click, click; the
c
a
m
e
r
as
f
las
h
e
d
.

I raised my head, and
Cade
r
e
a
c
h
e
d
u
p
a
n
d
s
o
f
t
ly
nu
zz
led a
n
d
k
i
ssed the
und
er
si
d
e
of
m
y jaw
as
his hand slid down my thigh, now bare, because the silk had hoisted up my leg
.
U
m
,
n
ot
s
upp
osed
t
o
d
o that. Click,
c
l
i
c
k
,
c
l
i
c
k;
t
h
e
c
a
m
e
r
a
w
e
n
t o
f
f
agai
n
.

“S
o
rr
y,
c
o
u
l
dn
’t
re
si
s
t.
Y
o
u
’re
so
d
e
l
i
c
io
u
s a
n
d
I’m
j
u
st… s
t
a
r
vi
n
g,”
h
e
w
h
i
s
p
ere
d
as
h
e
sl
i
d
m
e
d
o
w
n
h
i
s
b
o
d
y
un
til
m
y
f
e
e
t
t
o
u
c
h
e
d
t
h
e
g
r
o
un
d
a
n
d
h
i
s ey
e
s
bu
r
n
e
d
i
n
to
m
e
.

“
Y
e
a
h
, I’m
goi
n
g o
f
f
o
f
m
y
f
ast
t
o
d
ay, t
o
o,”
I sa
i
d
so
f
tly
f
or
o
n
ly
h
is ea
r
s. I
f
e
lt
m
y s
k
in
p
r
ick
l
e
a
n
d
goose
bu
m
p
s ran
d
own
m
y a
r
m
s,
de
s
p
ite
t
h
e
hundred-
d
e
g
r
e
e
t
emp
er
a
t
u
re
, a
n
d
m
y
m
o
u
th
w
e
n
t dr
y
.

“
Mmmm
,”
h
e
said
as I lifted
a
w
ay
f
r
om
h
i
s body
a
n
d
r
an
a
h
a
n
d
t
h
r
o
u
g
h
m
y
h
air,
tr
yi
n
g to g
e
t a hold
of
m
y
e
m
o
t
i
o
n
s.

“
A
r
e
w
e
f
i
n
i
s
h
e
d
?
”
I a
s
k
e
d
t
h
e
ph
o
t
og
r
a
ph
er
.

“Just about.”

They as
k
e
d
Noah to join us, and told him to take my hand and pull me away from Cade
, who huffed under his breath and I laughed softly.
“
A
r
e
t
h
e
y s
er
io
u
s?”
Cade as
k
e
d
.

“
It’s part of the plot, ba— er, Cade.”

He
la
u
g
h
e
d o
u
t loud at my slip up.

“Sober faces!” The photographer shouted above the music.

Cade was the embodiment of professional, but toward the end we were getting tired.

“Hey, can we wrap this up? Parts of me, that I’m too gentlemanly to name in the presence of women, are beginning to chafe.”

I sta
r
t
e
d gigg
l
i
n
g so
b
a
d
w
e
h
ad
to s
t
op. Noah joined in the laughter, as well.

“
I’m
so sor
r
y,”
I gasped through my giggles. T
h
e
ph
o
t
og
r
a
ph
e
r loo
k
e
d
at us st
e
r
n
ly as
w
e
m
a
d
e
fu
n
of
h
e
r
i
d
e
a.
“S
o
rr
y,”
I sa
i
d
aga
i
n
as I t
r
ied to g
e
t
c
o
n
t
r
ol of
m
y gigg
l
e
s.

Cade grinned
a
n
d
winked
at
m
e
.
“
W
e
l
l
, it
is
b
loo
d
y
r
i
d
ic
u
lo
u
s, i
s
n
’t it,”
h
e
said
t
o the p
h
o
t
og
r
a
ph
er
;
h
is
Br
itish
a
cce
n
t
m
a
k
i
n
g
m
e
s
w
oo
n
. “It’s got to be forty degrees out here.”

“Forty? It’s over one hundred, Cade,” Noah said.

Cade nodded. “Exactly, mate. Forty, Celsius.”

T
h
a
n
k
ful
l
y, th
e
y brought the rest of the cast out and took a series of shots in various poses. Cade and I were not side-by-side, and Wendy weaseled her way near him. I should have laughed, but she was blatant and the heat boiling under my skin only made the temperature more unbearable.

A
f
t
e
r
t
h
at,
w
e
changed again and t
ook
a
f
e
w
s
h
o
t
s
with the entire cast in various groups, then
t
h
e
ph
o
t
o of all of us together. Wendy st
o
od
n
e
xt
t
o
m
e
w
ith
h
e
r
a
r
m
a
r
o
un
d
m
e
,
e
v
e
n
k
is
s
i
n
g
m
y cheek
du
r
i
n
g the s
h
oot. It looked like we were friends to everyone else, and would to the world in the photos, but she whispered, in my ear; “You are one lucky little bitch.” I wasn’t sure if she meant the photos with Cade or she knew something more. I
was just
h
a
pp
y
w
he
n
w
e
w
er
e
d
o
n
e
.

I gla
n
ce
d
at
Cade
as I made
m
y
w
ay toward
t
h
e
tr
a
i
l
e
r
where I would
c
h
a
n
g
e back into my street clothes
. He
s
m
i
le
d
as
h
e
hu
rr
ied
in
to the
m
e
n
’s t
r
ai
l
e
r
w
ith
t
h
e
re
st of
t
h
e
g
u
ys.
Th
e
y
w
er
e
all
j
o
k
i
n
g a
n
d
l
a
u
g
h
i
n
g with each other. He loo
k
e
d
so
h
a
pp
y,
m
y
h
e
a
r
t
t
h
u
m
p
e
d
in
m
y
c
h
e
st.