Roman-2(Lane Brothers, Book 5)(178)
Tina was a London hipster, the daughter of Japanese migrants, with a degree in Fashion from Central Saint Martin’s. She was short and stocky with Vivienne Westwood orange hair.
The clothes she presented to Sasha were daring and edgy. Not the sort of thing Sasha would normally choose to wear on a day to day basis. They were more rock-chick than serious-journalist. But then again, Sasha had never really quite become the serious journalist she’d wanted to. And now she never would.
“This one first,” Tina said, holding a black leather skirt and sheer top against Sasha’s body. Sasha noticed that Tina neither smiled nor made eye contact.
It dawned on her then that she was expected to dress right here in the living room, in front of the photographer and the security guards, in front of Tina, Thomas and Pippa. She thought about the sex-tape. If they’d watched it - and they probably had - they’d all seen her naked already. Them and the rest of the world. Why bother being coy about her body now?
She removed her dressing gown and let it fall to the floor. Out the corner of her eye, she noticed Thomas looking.
“No bra,” Tina said, holding out the top to her.
“But it’s see-through.”
“So what?” came Tina’s blunt reply. “You have great tits.”
“I tell her that all the time,” Thomas quipped.
Nice ad lib, Sasha thought wryly. Pippa will be proud.
Sasha wriggled into the leather skirt and sheer top, then put on the black high heeled boots to complete the outfit.
Thomas whistled when he saw her. She thought perhaps there was a flicker of genuineness there, but it was impossible to tell with that man.
“Fabulous,” Pippa said.
Tina looked her up and down and nodded. “Good,” she said emotionlessly. “Now we’ll take the photographer’s car to the beach.”
Thomas stood, abruptly. “I’d like to come too.”
Sasha saw Pippa’s head swipe sideways. She frowned at Thomas. So this bit wasn’t part of the PR stunt? That meant Thomas was going off script.
Tina looked at him and blinked. Then she nodded so imperceptibly it was easy to miss.
“Fine,” she said bluntly.
As they filed outside, Thomas’s hands brushed against the small of Sasha’s back. He pressed his ear to her cheek. “You look hot in leather,” he said, exhaling heat against her skin.
Sasha bit her lip as she felt her stomach flip-flop. “Why are you doing this?” she whispered back.
Thomas held the car door open for her. “I’m proving a point.”
“And what point is that?”
“That you can be angry with someone and still want to fuck them.”
Sasha frowned. “And how are you going to prove that point?”
“By making you so horny for me by the end of the day that you’ll beg me to taste you.”
“Good luck with that,” Sasha replied.
She got into the car. Thomas followed.
Chapter Fourteen
The photographer, Joe, was young and scruffy, in ripped jeans. Sasha herself was only twenty-three, but this boy looked like he was barely out of school. He drove too quickly, making Sasha squeeze her eyes shut and grip the sides on more than one occasion.
The location for the photo shoot was on one of the beautiful sandy beaches they’d passed after leaving the airport.
Joe directed Sasha to lie against a rock, one leg cocked and lying lazily open. Her expression was to be empty as gazed out towards the sea with her mouth open in a “come to bed” manner. It was a provocative pose, one that Sasha didn’t feel particularly comfortable making.
As she lay spread-eagled on the rock, she caught Thomas out the corner of her eye. He was looking at her as though he wanted to devour her there and then. She felt a surge of lust. But she also felt something else. Power. Pippa was right. Being irresistible was pretty empowering.
Tina gave Sasha her next outfit and she stripped right there on the beach. Thomas’s gaze roved all over her body as he watched her dress. Just as he promised, it made flames of desire ripple through her. She didn’t want to let him win. She wanted to be strong. But he was making her so horny she wasn’t even sure she’d be able to get through the rest of the photo shoot without ripping off his clothes and blowing him right here in front of everyone.
The photo shoot stretched into the evening. It was torture. Her arousal built up more and more inside of her, intensified every time Thomas licked his lips or bit down on his bottom lip.
The last shots were to be taken back at the house, beside the floodlit pool. They piled back into Joe’s car, Sasha and Thomas squashed together in the back, and tore through the moon lit streets.
In the darkness, Sasha felt Thomas place his hand on her bare knee. The last outfit she’d be wearing was a tight leather minidress and Thomas’s eyes had practically fallen out of their sockets when he’d seen her in it. Now he was working his magic with his fingers, sliding them tantalizingly across her flesh, making spasms of need shoot all through her.