Tainted Kiss (Tainted Knights 1)

Turning away from my now captive audience, I went back to my iPod and turned up the volume. When that caused a few groans from the guys, I grinned, some of my earlier bad mood fading.

A soft laugh came from right behind me, and I turned with my camera in hand to find the blonde girl leaning against the table.

“I’m Kassa,” she said, offering her hand. “And if you plan on torturing these guys with your choice of music all morning, I’ll make you my new best friend.”

Laughing, I shook her hand. “Santana.”

“Daddy was a guitar player, right?”

I snapped my head around and met the sand colored eyes of the man who was moving closer to my new friend protectively. He was way too over-protective. Seriously, did he think I was going to bash her head in with my camera and eat her heart?

“Something like that,” I muttered, forcing a smile for the guy with way too many muscles. How did his shirt not rip when he breathed?

Kassa shot him a glare. “Be nice, Gray.”

He rolled his eyes, but kept his mouth shut.

I wondered what kind of magic spell this girl had over him. She commanded; he obeyed. I doubted that happened with any other person.

Mentally shrugging, I turned everything else off in my head and got to work. “Emmie has given me a few ideas to roll with, so let’s get started. I think we will start on a few group shots first. I’ll email them up to Emmie to see what she thinks. If she likes the way things are going, then we can move on.”

I waved them over to the green screen and grabbed the blond guy who was still holding the redheaded girl’s hand, pulling him

into place where I wanted him.

“What’s your name?” I asked as I took in his clothes. Like the others, he had on jeans and a T-shirt.

“Jace,” he told me with a smile I figured he used to win over his fans.

“You’re the front runner, right?”

He nodded.

“Good. Stand right there. Don’t move unless I tell you to.”

I grabbed the moody looking guy next. “Do you glare at everyone, or am I just lucky?” I teased, hoping to get him to relax a little. It didn’t work, so I just positioned him where I wanted him.

“Everyone,” the girls both assured me.

“Name’s Sin,” he grumbled in a low, deep voice.

My brows lifted. “Really? Your momma give you that name?”

“Your momma give you yours?” he shot back, still not relaxing so much as a single muscle.

“Touché.”

Once I had Sin where I thought he would look best, I glanced at the other three. Gray was busy watching Kassa. The tool was watching everything with bored eyes. And the last guy…

Dammit. My mind went blank to everything else as I let my eyes drift over to Mister Delicious and his incredible ink.

Sin nudged my arm with his elbow, and I realized I was actually gawking at the guy. Gawking, for fuck’s sake!

I could feel heat filling my cheeks as I quickly looked away, but not before I realized that he was doing a little looking of his own.

Determined to focus on work, I nodded my head at Sin. “Stay there.”

His eyes told me he had seen the way I’d reacted to his bandmate. I wanted to punch him in the face when I saw that smirk teasing at his lips. Now he smiled? Douchebag.