Soul Sweet (27 page)
She couldn’t count how many times she’d listened to a size zero waif lamenting about her body. Body image reigned supreme in the lives of the women and men she helped look even more flawless, and Terrah often wondered if the price of perfection was too high. She understood perfection didn’t exist, and yet it was her job to help make damn sure it appeared to.
“God, he’s hot,” Ginny said wistfully as she continued to munch. She looked at Terrah when she didn’t respond. “Don’t you think Nick Tasso is hot?”
“Like fire.”
Ginny snickered as Terrah stared ahead.
Nick commanded the camera. He knew exactly which way to angle his face and body. Terrah stared at Jocelyn and Nick posing. Both of them looked flawless, happy—in love, even, despite what she’d seen transpire between them earlier—as Aidan captured their every move on film. Anyone looking at the supermodels now would believe in the magic of romance. For a fleeting moment, Terrah wished she were still a believer.
* * * *
Nick gritted his teeth as Jocelyn continued to whine. He wanted to keep things civil between them, but she was trying his patience. The photo shoot was over and he was ready to get out from underneath the bright lights.
“I’d hoped you’d call me when you got back to New York.”
“I thought we both agreed that night was just that.
One
night.”
“We did agree, but… I…”
Usually the perfect picture of confidence, Jocelyn now seemed unsure of herself as she fumbled with her words.
“I thought maybe we could have dinner together?”
“Jocelyn, that’s not a good idea.”
Nick took one look at the disappointment in Jocelyn’s eyes and regretted sleeping with her all over again. An evening out with her and some other models over a month ago had led to drinks, a serious lapse in judgement and the flirtatious blonde ending up in his hotel room.
“Why? What’s wrong with having dinner with a friend?”
She was pushing it with the whole ‘friend’ thing. They worked together well, but they were far from what Nick called friends. The thought of eating with Jocelyn…correction—of
him
eating while she picked over her food—was totally unappealing. They had nothing to talk about besides modelling and he didn’t want to talk shop over a meal. As far as he was concerned they had nothing in common and not an ounce of real chemistry. Even their brief sexual encounter, at least for Nick, had been boring.
Jocelyn just wasn’t his type. When he held a woman in his arms he wanted to feel more than bones. He was drawn to women with hourglass figures…full breasts, small waists, hips he could grip and juicy, spankable asses…like the sexy makeup artist with the smooth cocoa skin and the luscious curves.
Terrah.
He’d heard one of the guys on the production crew say her name.
“Nick?”
“What was that?”
He took off his tux jacket as he focused his attention back on Jocelyn.
“What do you think?”
“Think about…?”
“Dinner?”
“Dinner’s not going to work for me.”
Jocelyn blinked as she frowned, obviously surprised by his response.
“Look, I’m jet-lagged and I’m ready to get out of this tux.”
“Sure, okay.” Jocelyn averted her eyes from his.
“Great. Are we good?”
She flicked him one of her cool stares and nodded. “Of course. I’m sure I’ll see you around. Goodnight.”
“‘Night,” Nick said as Jocelyn walked past him. He blew out a breath before he exited the stage to change.
That
had been awkward as hell.
He scanned the studio for Terrah and spotted her in the back by the makeup chair. She stood out, looking vibrant and sexy in the yellow dress she was wearing. The lemon chiffon hue complemented her gorgeous brown skin. An Empire-style bodice accentuated her full breasts while also highlighting her small waistline and the womanly curve of her hips.
Terrah was his type, all day and all night long.
He wanted to put his hands all over her body. Nick’s gaze fell on her strappy sandals and he scoped the shapely line of her legs as she bent over to pick up a makeup sponge off the floor. His cock stirred at the sight of her rounded bottom outlined in the dress. The seductive sway and rhythm of her hips and ass mesmerised him as she started to walk towards the door.
Nick picked up his pace.
No way was he letting her leave the building without asking her out first.
About the Author
Nichelle Gregory has been in love with books and writing since middle school. A lover of the arts, she enjoys anything that embraces the creative nature within us all. Bringing believable characters to life that thrill and excite her readers is a challenge that continues to push Nichelle. She loves creating stories involving super sexy alpha heroes with divine heroines in magical, exotic, and fantastic scenarios. So, go on… Indulge your secret fetishes and desires!
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