“This is all bullshit,” she said, sitting in Hunter’s bed. It was a Saturday morning, and Elise wanted the weekend to finish preparing for the lingerie shot. The moment that was done, production in the boutiques that Hunter owned had already begun. They were doing a large press event. Instead of doing the whole catwalk. They were opening one massive department store, where people had been invited to look, give their opinions and also win goodie bags.
Hunter had wanted to go the catwalk route, but Elise being her eclectic self, told him no.
“Which part?” he asked, dropping down beside her and offering a piece of orange.
“All of it. I can’t believe they brought up Bethany. She should have stayed out of it. Look at this as Marcel and Claire have both sold their story.” She had read in the paper how she and Hunter would leave for several minutes and come back all ruffled. Their stories were utter bullshit.
“Yeah, Marcel and Claire will be giving a very big apology I bet in the next three weeks.”
“Why?”
“Once I read the story, I got their files from Image Counts. I also rang their latest work. Told them Image Counts will no longer manage them, and gave them a long list of concerns. As far as they are concerned, they have been blacklisted in the industry.”
“You’re serious.”
“A lot of people my look like they want their lives advertised for the entire world to see, but it’s not the case. They like their privacy. Claire and Marcel brought personal business into the press. Who would trust them? Other models, photographers, agents, you name it wouldn’t want to work with them. No one wants their dirty laundry hung out to dry, no matter how many lies it is.”
She sighed. “What do we do?”
“I’ve been speaking to Rick about this, and of course Daryl. We think what would be best is giving a press conference, but one that only has reporters who are handpicked. Those I trust, and know will get the story straight.”
“Why do I feel like you’re about to give a big giant but?” She tucked some hair behind her ear. Nothing could be as bad as everything she had read over the past couple of weeks. She had told Britney the truth, and the other model had told her to not panic. The world was full of assholes. Still, she didn’t like living in the world where everyone was.
“But, before I do and organize that, I need to know if you’re all in. If this is all just sex, or if you want something more.”
She had been thinking about their relationship for some time now. She didn’t know what to say, or how best to say anything. When he wasn’t busy at work, or helping out with the shoot, they were together. Rick had even gotten used to him, and when they were at a restaurant would always order for Hunter’s arrival.
“It’s not just sex. It never has been.”
“Then why say it was?”
She shrugged. “I don’t know. It just seemed right. You’re a businessman. A multi-millionaire or billionaire. I’m just me. I’ve only ever been me. The model, the plus-size model.” She moved from sitting on the bed, to straddling his lap. Sinking her fingers into his hair, she smiled down at him. “I never expected us to have sex.”
“The moment I saw your ass I knew.”
“My ass won the job.”
“When you’re on set, I’m going to be there watching, and I’m going to be thinking about all the wicked things I could do with this ass.”
“Oh yeah?”
“Yeah. Once Elise is done, I wanted to ask you something. First tell me, are we dating or not?”
She pressed her lips to his. “Yes, we’re dating, Mr. Reynolds.”
He grabbed her ass and pulled her down on his rock-hard cock. He pressed against her core, rocking back and forth. The tip of his dick bumped her clit as it slid through her slit. She closed her eyes, moaning, and arching her chest up, listening to his own groan.
“You’re teasing me on purpose.”
“Of course I am. I’ve got to tease you some way, and this is all I’ve got.” She ran her hand down his chest, and gripped his cock. He was already slick from her heat.
“I want you to meet my parents.”
She paused. “What?”
“Next week. I’ve told my mom I’m bringing a girl home. I want you to meet them.”
“What if I said it was only sex?” she asked.
“You can act all hard and tough. You and I both know you’re not. You’re not a first-class bitch, never will be, no matter how hard you try.”
She licked her lips, feeling quite … stunned. All in a good way. “No one has ever wanted me to meet their parents before.”
“Like I’ve said before. They’re all assholes, and I don’t care what anyone else thinks. This has never been about them. I told you. From the moment I first saw this ass, I wanted you, and that hasn’t changed.”