Page 11 of Entangled With The Hellhound

“As ready as I’m gonna get.” I smile at him, and he chuckles.

We both know dealing with models can be difficult sometimes. Chase is an aspiring photographer but works as an assistant until he catches his big break.

“A few of us are going to get some drinks and unwind after this. You wanna go?” Chase asks with a smile. I know he only wants me to go because he thinks my friend, Karma, the hairstylist on set, will go if I do. He’s had a crush on her since the first time we all worked together.

“Let me guess… Karma said she would go if I did…”

Chase gives me a sheepish smile, and he nods, and I laugh at him. He’s such a cutie with his baby face and sparkling amber eyes.

“Yeah, I’ll go.” I nod.

“Great!” Chase replies. Before he can say anything else, our conversation is interrupted.

“Roxy! Get over here!” Nia, one of the models, yells loudly.

I can’t snap at her ass like I want to, but she only has one more time to holler my name out like I’m a damn dog. It’s not my fault her dry-skinned having ass needs more make-up than the other girls on set. She needs to take better care of her skin instead of wanting me to pile product on top of her acne.

“What’s taking you so long. You didn’t take this long with the other girls.” Nia gripes. I love what I do, but sometimes dealing with these diva types gets real freaking old.

“I take longer with the star of the shoot, Nia. The other girls don’t need my focus.” I say with a sweet smile. Nia smiles widely because she can’t see past her ego to hear the sarcasm in my words.

“Well, it’s about time somebody recognizes who the important person is on this set.” I hum at Nia’s words and try not to roll my eyes.

I used to like Nia. I worked with her when she first started modeling. However, once she started getting more and more attention, she left the humbleness behind and became the monster we see today.

Nia is a beautiful girl with her dark mahogany skin tone and dark onyx almond-shaped eyes. Her high cheekbones and dazzling smile helps her to stand out. But her bad attitude is what people talk about the most these days.

Once I finish up with Nia, she saunters off to get into wardrobe, and I start on one of the other models. It only took me ten minutes to do her entire face; she thanked me before getting up from my chair.

Karma plops down in my chair with a heavy sigh rolling her eyes.

“That damned, Nia is something else.” Karma looks over her shoulder where the models are being fitted in their outfits, and I turn to look as well.

“Yeah, well, she better relax before she gets a bad reputation. It’s already hard out there for black models.” I shake my head, and Karma nods hers in agreement.

As black women in the beauty industry, it’s already hard for us. Nia being a bitch to everybody on set, especially her fellow black women, just isn’t a good look. But, she’s the talent, and we dare not say anything to the “queen.”

“She’ll be labeled the black bitch if she isn’t careful. You know they love giving us that title.” Karma replies with a shake of her curly head.

Today Karma has a gigantic curly afro with silver tips. Her hair is always beautifully done with wild colors. I guess that’s the benefit of doing your own hair. That’s why I wear a weave. Easier to manage than my natural hair, so I keep it braided or long sew-ins.

We hang around in the back area until it’s time for the shoot to start. I noticed the models were all dressed in some type of leather and chains. It looks very BDSM. When one of the models walks out wearing a leather jacket and short shorts, I automatically think of the biker bunnies I saw that weekend.

I chuckle to myself until I hear a rumble of a motorcycle. I look around excitedly, and then I mentally slap myself. Stone Rutherford is not the only person who rides a motorcycle.

Hell, I should still be freaking out about Raymond, but Stone’s reassurance has me feeling safe for some reason. If I had told Dee what I saw, she would’ve freaked the hell out too. So, I kept it to myself.

The last thing I want is for my cousin to start worrying about me again. It took a long time for me to earn the trust of my family back, and Raymond unexpectedly popping up won’t help.

“Damn! Now that’s a fine ass man.” Karma’s dreamy-toned voice brings me out of my thoughts and back to the present.

And oh what a present it is. When I see Stone riding in on a customized motorcycle, my stomach flutters, and my panties dampen. It’s like he was plucked right out of my brain and placed in front of my eyes.

The man is a vision of pure sexiness, and the smug asshole knows it too. He’s wearing a baseball cap that hides his low haircut and shades his pretty blue eyes at the same time. It’s like time stands still as he brings the big colorful beast between his legs to a stop.

Stone throws one long jean-clad leg over the motorcycle, and his heavy boots hit the floor with a loud thump. At first, I can’t take my eyes off of him, but then I shake myself. I’m definitely more gangster than fawning over some man.

But no matter how much of a badass I tell myself that I am, I can’t keep my mouth from drying out at the sight of those fitted jeans or that magnificent bulge right at his crotch. Stone’s lazy gait gives off big dick energy, and the way those jeans are fitting tells me the reason. My dirty mind flits back to the way he fucked my mouth with his tongue, and I wonder if he could do the same to my body.Of course, he could, the sexy motherfucker!