“I see a theme here.” Stella, who was acting as their makeup person for the day, took in each outfit.
Tom bounded into their space, amped up on coffee. “What? She’s like a ridiculously sexed-up girl next door. Guys love that. We all know it. So work it and sell my decks!”
“You can’t be here now. I have it handled.” Audra shoved him out and closed the door to the small conference room where they’d set up.
“He’s like a hamster on crack,” PJ muttered.
“The cutest hamster ever, though. Here.” Audra shoved an outfit PJ’s way.
The first dress turned out to be a pale blue-and-white gingham. She wore it with red glitter pumps, and Stella teased PJ’s hair up in the back and curled her bangs before dividing at the nape of her neck into two braids.
Thick liner, red lips, and a beauty mark and she found herself shoved back out.
“PJ, come over and meet Frank, he’s the photographer.” Tom introduced them. “We’re set up in the shop so come on with me.”
She tried not to trip and fall as she kept stopping to gape at things. Where the showroom had been all about the art of the completed project – a perfect experience for a potential client – the shop, with its bays and workstations, was clearly the heart of the operation.
High windows sent shafts of light down onto the shop floor and to the offices that ringed it. It was orderly and tidy without being compulsively so.
She skidded to a halt when she saw the car she’d be posing with.
“Sweet mother of Bob Dylan,” she breathed out at the sight of the deep blue 1950 Cadillac roadster convertible before her.
“I take it that means you approve?” Frank asked her.
“I might need some alone time with this car later.”
“I know the owner. He might allow it.”
She turned to catch sight of Asa walking over. Walking! Ha. Prowling was a far better word. The air seemed to hum around him, and she found it a little harder to breathe. Especially when he came to a halt just inches from where she stood.
“This is yours?” She might have an orgasm just looking at the car. And now she knew it was his.
He nodded, the corner of his mouth hitching up slightly. “Morning, PJ.”
“Morning, Asa. I’m going to have a moment with your car, but I won’t do anything she doesn’t want.”
He stepped closer. “What if she does? What if she wants it all?”
Man, was she in over her head. Just flirting with him was taking all her effort. What would he be like in bed? What would he kiss like?
“I’d want to take it slow. Just the tip. At first. If she didn’t like it we’d stop.”
The smile on his mouth made her tingly.
“I might try that one. Just the tip has mixed results.”
Oh, well. That one made her a little dizzy. And by the look he wore, he knew the effect he was having.
“I doubt that.”
“What?”
“Mixed results. You strike me as an overachiever.” PJ lowered her lashes a little as she took in the heft of all that steel. Of course he had a Caddy. Big, strong, bold. Totally in charge. Just like him.
“So if I’d given you the ‘just the tip’ line?”
She smiled then. “I don’t know. Why don’t you try it now?”
PJ rather felt as if she was having an out-of-body experience. There was no other explanation for the words she’d just spoken. Out loud.
Asa opened his mouth and everything inside her seemed to still, just waiting to hear what he’d say.
And then Tom called out to get to work and they reluctantly parted.
Asa tried to pretend it was his choice to watch the shoot when really there was nothing else to be done. She sat in his car. Her skin up against his seats. He bet it would smell of her for the rest of the day. That soft, spicy sex she seemed to throw off like pixie dust or something.
He’d put off returning her call and then had gotten so busy with work he’d legitimately forgotten about it for days at a time. But then she’d come back to his imagination so intensely he’d not called her back on purpose. This sort of raw greed she evoked in him had him nervous.
She’d taken him by surprise. Yes, she was beautiful. Gorgeous face. Fantastic body. Big blue eyes fringed by long lashes. Lush lips. She’d changed her hair from purple to a blond he was pretty sure was her natural color.
Pretty women weren’t that rare, though. Certainly not in his world.
She appealed to him in ways he wasn’t entirely comfortable with or even able to really put into words. It was her freckles he thought about more than her amazing tits. The sound of her voice. The way her eyes had lit when she talked about cars.
Across from where Asa leaned, the photographer directed her to put her forearm against the steering wheel, where Asa’d just had his hands half an hour before.
In his car. Touching his things. Satisfaction settled into his bones even as something else stirred to life. A hunger for her that only worsened when she leaned forward, one leg out of the car. Her skirt rose, exposing the tops of her stockings. Big blue eyes lined to emphasize the depth of color, the wide, nearly guileless nature of them. Her tits heaved up at the neckline of that dress.
The whole picture was a slick, hot fist around his cock.
Sweet and hot. Innocence and pure, raw carnal pleasure promised in the curve of her lips.
“No one else in her family looks anything like her.” Duke handed over a cup of coffee.
Asa tipped his chin in thanks. “I’m pretty sure I’ve never seen anything like her. Ever. If she’s like this now, at what? Twenty-two?”
Duke winced. “Dude, I would not be having these thoughts about her if she was twenty-two. Close, though. She’s twenty-five. The youngest.”
“If she’s like this at twenty-five, what will she be like at thirty? She’ll be unstoppable.”
Duke jabbed him in the side. “You’re defiling her in your head right now, aren’t you?”
Hell yes. An image of her bent over his desk – her hair messy, backs of her thighs hot with welts he’d left from his favorite crop, her pussy wrapped around his cock as he fucked her – took root in his brain and would not let go.
“Man’d have to be dead not to notice that body.” He turned to Duke. “And that age. I’m too old to keep up.”
“I’m old enough to admit it might be a hell of a good time to find out if I could or not.”
Once they finished with Asa’s Caddy the crew moved it outside. Asa grabbed another cup of coffee and a bagel before sauntering out to discover PJ had changed into shorts and a work shirt open to the waist, where it was tied in a knot.
Her hair was artfully messy and wrapped in a bright red bandana, the same color as the bra showcased. She wore her glasses this time, and they perched on her nose, the hoop of her eyebrow ring visible when she arched her brow.
All that skin drove him wild. He wanted to touch. To kiss and lick. Especially that sweet triangle where her breasts and body met at the center of her cleavage. And yet, it could still look nearly sweet on her.
Nearly.
One of the assistants handed her a bottle of handcrafted soda, a root beer Asa really liked. He liked it even more when they leaned her against the front of the Chevelle in the showroom and she wrapped glossy red lips around a straw they’d put into the bottle.
An audible rush of air escaped his lips. The need to see that color at the base of his cock after she’d left it there seemed to take hold like a fever. He made himself turn to tear his attention away. He knew he should leave for a while, but he couldn’t quite force himself to leave the shop while PJ was there.
He moved over to Duke and some of the other guys, hoping for a distraction. They hung out, working a bit, talking a lot, watching the shoot as it moved between models, settings, and products, but toward the end of the day, the photographer approached.