I never thought that through. Maybe if I would have realized this earlier, I wouldn’t have made the hasty decision to not give up the pictures.
I hurry to Evan and Dallas and whisper my concerns.
“Don’t worry about it,” Evan tells me confidently. “I have this handled.”
She looks relaxed. Hell, they both look relaxed. Maybe after getting over the initial stage fright of performing in front of an audience, they both realized it wasn’t so bad.
Still, that doesn’t seem like Evan.
My phone buzzes in the pocket of my dress. I pull it out and read the screen.
Cameron?
“Be right back,” I tell Jaime, slipping into the dining room and hitting accept.
“Hey, you,” I say.
“Sweet, I wasn’t sure if you were going to pick up. How are you doing? You’re in Boston right now, yeah?”
“Yeah.”
“I saw the update online. What did you tell Mom and Dad?”
“Photography convention,” I say coolly.
“And they bought that? Wow.”
“You know they’re going to find out eventually.”
“And you know that when they do, they’ll freeze all of your assets.”
“I don’t use them anyway.” I think about my inheritance that became available to me when I turned eighteen. I haven’t touched a penny of it. Then again, I’ve always had the magazine. If my parents find out after I’ve been fired, I’ll have nothing.
“Anyway, I was calling to let you know that our new photo touch-up software just became available for beta testers. I wanted to send you a copy.”
“Awesome!” Hopefully, after all of this EPE stuff blows over, I’ll have something to photograph. I give him the address of the house, and then I say, “So what was your reaction when Jaime told you he was hired for the magazine?”
There’s silence on the other end for a brief moment before Cameron says, “Excuse me?”
“Jaime,” I repeat. “He told you that he had gotten the gig with my magazine, right?”
“Britain,” Cameron says slowly. “I haven’t spoken to Jaime in years—since you started college.”
“What? Why?”
“No one told you?”
My stomach twists painfully. “Told me what?”
“Dad fired him, Brit. He was embezzling money.”
I lean against the wall to keep myself standing. “What?”
“It’s a huge story—I don’t have the time to explain it now. I really thought you knew. Just do me a favor—fire that fucker’s ass. And stay away from him, Brit. I mean it.”
“Yeah, yeah okay. Hey, I gotta go. But thanks for the software… and you, know, getting me up to date on everything.”
“Love yah, kid.”
The second I hang up the phone, my eyes burn with tears of anger. I breathe deeply through my nose in attempt to calm myself.
Jaime fucked my family over years ago, and I never knew about it. How did I not know about it?
I feel so betrayed. Even though I shouldn’t. There wasn’t romance between us, not really. He initiated his usual game. It was me who decided to finally play along.
I wipe my eyes and straighten my dress, heading out into the foyer.
Dallas’s and Evan’s set is the foyer staircase. The other models find seats on the stone floor. I stand next to Jaime in the corner, trying to remain calm, like nothing’s wrong. The last thing I can handle right now is confronting him during this shoot. It’s like the atmosphere around me is seconds away from exploding.
“Who was that?” Jaime asks.
“Cameron,” I respond blatantly, waiting for his reaction. He says nothing, but his expression turns stiff.
Evan and Dallas stand on the staircase. They whisper feverishly back and forth to each other as the crew builds up the lighting around them, and the photographer adjusts his camera. Finally A.J. enters the room holding his iPad in front of him and carrying a loud conversation on his Bluetooth.
What a douche.
When he finishes, he waves his hand at Dallas and Evan. “Strip,” he says bluntly.
They both pull off their robes, dressed similarly to how they were earlier before our secret shoot.
“What are we doing?” Evan asks.
“All the way. Strip all the way, all clothes off.” A crew member opens a folding director’s chair for A.J., and he takes a seat.
Evan crosses her arms over her push-up bra. “What. Are. We. Doing?” she enunciates.
A.J. sighs impatiently. “Who’s in charge, here?”
“I don’t really care who’s in charge, Mr. Harrison,” Evan says dryly. “I have always known the agenda of my director and photographer. That’s how I prepare to model.”
“Fine!” A.J. barks. “You’re going to get on all fours on those stairs and spread your slutty little cheeks for Mr. Whitley. Is that enough of an agenda for you?”
Everyone in the entire hall falls silent, except for Jaime, who whispers, “Oh, fuck.”
My mouth falls open. Dallas’s expression instantly shifts from complacence to rage. In fact, the only unsurprised expression in the whole room belongs to Evan, who keeps her calm demeanor and her hand pressed to Dallas’s chest, like she’s urging him to do nothing drastic.
Like punch A.J. Harrison square in the jaw.
Evan sighs, “Well then, Mr. Harrison.” Slowly she bends over and picks her robe off the steps, tossing it over her shoulder. “I have an agenda for you as well.”
She struts her way right up to the director’s chair and leans in close to his face.
“Blow me.”
Chapter Eleven
Evan
I’ve never fallen asleep in a library before. Then again, given all of last week’s distraction, I practically live here in order to get caught up in all my classes.
Well, here and the lab.
I wake to someone gently pushing on my shoulder. Before I open my eyes, I know where I am. I know I’ve fallen asleep on top of my cellular regulations textbook and drooled all over the open page.
My eyes flutter open. Dallas kneels next to me, biting his lip and looking like he’s about to bust up laughing.
“Eff off,” I mumble, pushing him away and sitting up. I look down at the wet page of my textbook and blink, my eyes finally focusing. “Eww.”
“You look kind of adorable when you’re drooling everywhere.”
I rub my eyes, glancing at my phone next to my book. Seven text messages. “How’d you find me?” I slur.
“Took me a few hours, but I finally managed. Luckily I got an early enough start.” His eyes sadden, and it dawns on me what he’s saying.
“You’re leaving,” I say.
He nods solemnly.
Our last conversation was an argument. There was no yelling involved, but a storm brewed between us as I refused to let him give up his research for me.
You’re going to Costa Rica. This isn’t a discussion.
I need to be with you, Evan. I can’t get over the fact that I almost lost you.
Fine, then. If it makes it easier, you don’t have me yet. You don’t have me until you go back and finish your work—what you love. You’re almost done. Don’t give up on your dream because of a girl.
You’re not just a girl.
You know what I mean.
And you’ll wait? You’ll swear on your life.
You know I will, Dallas.
He traces my hands as they rest in my lap. “I’m sorry that I came here and got you fired.”