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“One day at a time.” Marc says. “Now eat up. We have to get to the studio.”
We finish eating and true to his words, Marc doesn’t allow me to help.
He rinses off the dishes and loads them into the dishwasher before disappearing into his room to get dressed.
I head to the guest bedroom and quickly make the bed before throwing my shirt into my purse. I slip my feet into my boots and give the room a once over. Surprisingly, I think I am going to miss this room and the girly curtains.
Marc and I head to the garage at the same time.
Marc looks surprised at my outfit. “You’re wearing my shirt?”
“Oh, um, yeah. Is that okay? I don’t have a spare shirt.”
Shit. I should have just worn my shirt from yesterday.
“It is more than okay. I love seeing you in myshirt.” Marc unlocks the car doors and slides into the driver's seat as I slide into the passenger seat.
I mull over his comment.
Does he really like me in his shirt or was he just saying that because we had a moment last night and this is what I was wearing?
Or is it because we are fake dating?
I have a feeling this fake relationship is going to confuse my feelings even more than just working with him does.
Breaking the comfortable silence, Marc asks, “So, what is on the agenda today?”
“Another photoshoot.” I tease, knowing he wanted more details.
The corners of his eyes crinkle as he grins.
“Oh, really? I had no clue.” He replies sarcastically.
“Today is the new resort line’s swimsuit photoshoot. Do they really not tell you what kind of photoshoot it is?”
How can they expect models to come prepared if they don’t even know what they are wearing or what the photoshoot’s objective is?
“Nah. They just tell us a date, time, and address. The rest is a mystery until we see the set and clothes.”
Marc shrugs like it’s no big deal.
“I never knew that. Doesn’t that bother you?”
I, personally, would want to know before I show up so I can be better prepared.
“It used to, but then I learned to come prepared for anything. Be shaved, tanned, and looking hot.”
Marc glances my way and gives me a wink.
He definitely always comes looking hot.
Over the months, I have watched as he put on more muscles than I thought was humanly possible, making me crave to have his large arms wrapped around me.
I have watched as he came out of his shell and befriended the other models, even offering advice to the newbies.
“Work sweet work.” Marc says, bringing me out of my daydream.
Looking around, I see he parked in the same spot as yesterday, right next to my car.