Finding Carson Lee (Oh Captain, My Captain 3)

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I have three female models in front of me and none of them know what the hell they’re doing. Even Cassie is telling them to pose and move.

“Stop! Enough!” I yell and walk up to them. “Here’s the deal, you three have about two seconds to get your ass in gear, or I’m shipping you back to your model agencies and telling them how much you suck at your job. Do you want that?” I look at each of them, and they don’t say anything. “Good, now do your job.”

I storm away from them, rolling my eyes at Cassie. I catch a quick glance at Carson, standing by my makeshift desk, looking at my laptop.

“Yikes, remind me not to piss you off too much.” He steps back.

“You always piss me off,” I growl at him.

“Well, someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed.”

I don’t say anything. Last night’s conversation is still replaying in my head. Not to mention, I keep thinking about him kissing me. Oh, I need to have a one night stand for real. I think that’s my problem. Lack of sex.

“I need to change and make sure I’m on time before you send me an email,” he says, close to my ear.

“Shut up,” I hiss at him. He chuckles, heading over to his portable closet and changing room.

Finally, all the female models get their act together, and it goes by quickly. Cassie has no problems with Carson. He knows exactly what to do and doesn’t even complain today about it. The day is finally over, and we’re all packing up when Cassie asks if I want to go to dinner with her. I agree, mainly because I’m starving to death.

I head back to the hotel to unload all my items, and then quickly shower and change. Since we were going out and not staying in the hotel, I decide to dress up a little. I put on my favorite red dress and heels. I tame my blonde curls down and keep my hair straight. I go heavy on the makeup and look at myself in the mirror. My curvy figure never bothered me growing up. I’ve always been shaped like this. I’ve stayed between a size ten-twelve, and I’m healthy looking. I’ve never strived to be ‘model thin’. I like my body.

I meet Cassie in the lobby, and we grab a cab to the restaurant. Cassie and I have been close to each other since we were in the same pledge class for the sorority. We just clicked and have been best friends ever since then.

“So, tell me what’s going on with you and Mr. Lee?” she asks over the rim of her wine glass.

“Ha, nothing, trust me.”

“I don’t know, Kinley. I mean, I saw you two last night and there’s something there.”

“The only thing there is a business relationship,” I sort of lie to her. I can’t shake the feeling of the way Carson looks at me. Then again, he sleeps with anything that moves, and I assume he looks at me like a conquest.

“Fine, whatever, but I think something else is going on.”

“Well, you’re wrong on this one,” I inform her, looking at my menu.

Cassie drops the topic, and we spend the evening talking and laughing. Cassie is loving being here and really proud of the pictures that she’s taking. When we finish dinner, I make the suggestion of heading back to the hotel bar for a few drinks, and Cassie agrees.

“Might as well, since tomorrow is our only day off for the next two weeks.”

“Hey, at least I gave everyone a day off,” I tell her. I didn’t want to be a slave driver, so I gave everyone at least three days off while we were here.

The bar is crowded and there are a lot of good looking guys around. Cassie and I find seats at the bar and order a couple of drinks. We’re still chatting when the bartender brings me another one.

“Sorry, I didn’t order this.” I push it back.

“That guy did.” He points to a sandy blonde haired man at the end of the bar, who tips his glass at me.

Well, that’s sweet, I think, and I smile back at him.

“I know that look. Someone’s getting laid,” Cassie teases me.

I cut her a look. “No, I’m too busy.”

“Please, when was the last time you got any?”

I roll my eyes. “It’s been a few months or so.”