Dirty Beginning (Dirty 0.50)

“Maybe,” I say, sighing .

He smiles. “I’ll take that as a yes .”

I shake my head, but he takes my hand and leads me over to where people are standing around, doing nothing .

“Here’s your new model,” Killian says, thrusting me into the center of the group .

The man in charge smiles when he sees me. “You’re Kinsley Felton. You’ve modeled for Seventeen .”

I smile. “That’s me .”

The man’s eyes light up. It feels good to be known for my modeling career and not because I’m Robert Felton’s daughter .

“I’m Brock Parry. I’m in charge of the shoot .”

I smile, shaking his hand .

“But wait…will you do this shoot for so little money ?”

I raise my eyes. He really has no idea who I am. It makes me laugh .

“I’m Robert Felton’s daughter, the owner of the casino. Don’t worry about paying me. I’m doing this to help the company .”

Brock smiles with a small flush on his cheeks. “Sorry. Let’s get you back to wardrobe .”

I follow him, but I feel Killian’s eyes on me the whole time as I walk back to a guest room that is serving as a makeshift wardrobe room. I just hope, when I come back out, he isn’t still here because I’m not sure how I’ll be able to do this job with him here .

I don’t know why I didn’t expect to be mostly naked in the ad. Maybe because this is a classy casino, but I guess I should have expected this. I should have expected that I would be wearing a scantily clad bathing suit that barely covers the most important things. My hair is teased and curled in large waves. I’m wearing more makeup than a hooker. I look sexy, I realize, as I stare back at myself in the mirror .

I’ve worn bathing suits in hundreds of ads before, but I never looked sexy. I looked cute and pretty. Right now though, I look sexy. I take in a deep breath as I wrap my robe back around me. I’m going to have to channel my inner Scarlett to do this .

It’s what I’ve always wanted—to be treated just like every other model, to be looked at as a woman instead of a girl. Here’s my chance. I’m not going to blow it .

I strut out of the room and into the warm Las Vegas sun. We are shooting in front of the new pool that will be opening next weekend, but despite the pool being closed, there are hundreds of people gathered around, giving their two cents on the direction of the shoot .

I find Brock and am disappointed when I see Killian standing next to him. Brock smiles when he sees me. He gives me a hug, like he has known me my whole life. I try my best to hug him back .

“You look beautiful,” Brock says .

I smile. “Thanks .”

“So, Killian was just telling me the look we are going for in the ad. We want sexy, hot, spicy. We want people to want to come to our hotel because they think it’s swimming with people as hot as you .”

I glance back at Killian, who is smiling brightly. I roll my eyes. He’s enjoying this .

“I got it,” I say .

“Great. We will start with some dry shots of you posing on the lounge chair, and then we will get you in the water for the film portion .”

I nod. It doesn’t sound too hard. I walk over to where the camera is set up, remove my robe, and hand it to one of the assistants who helped me pick out the red bikini. I feel everyone’s eyes on me. It would make most people nervous or shy—having this many eyes on them all at once, staring at their body. But I don’t feel like that. I like how my body looks .

I lie back on the lounge chair and put my arms above my head. My first reaction is to smile. And then I remember that this isn’t a Seventeen magazine shoot. I’m supposed to look like sex. I drop my smile as I arch my back while looking at the camera. The camera clicks, capturing the look .

“Great, Kinsley. Arch your back just a little more, and drop your eyes,” Brock says .

I do .

“Perfect.”