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Our shoot wraps for the day. I catch Sabrina near the bar after I am through changing back into my clothes, flirting with an attractive biker in his early thirties,. There are a few other handsome gentlemen poised nearby waiting to strike. I am really flattered, but I only want to find the president of the Rolling Heads.
Then, with odd timing, Sabrina’s guy goes away and is replaced with the man I seek. Sabrina makes sure to get my ear before Damon had a chance to.
“He might not be your type, but I think you should go for it,” she mutters to me. “His pursuit will berelentless. He’s been staring at youall day. It would be alotof fun… live a little! Do it!”
“Got it,” I say. “Who is the guyyou’retalking to? Looked like you wanted to jump his bones.”
“I want to do more than jump him,” she remarks. “And you should go have fun with Damon. He’s a business owner—make him buy you an expensive dinner.”
“I’ll do it if you do that with your guy,” I say. “Who’s your biker?”
“His name is Kace. He’s the club VP.”
“Nice,” I say. “You think you two are going to hook up?”
“Not sure,” she replies. “He’ll be here again tomorrow, so I’m taking the night to think about it. He sleeps around a lot from what I can tell, so… maybe I shouldn’t, you think?”
“You can always wear a condom,” I say dryly.
“True,” she agrees. “I’m going outside to smoke. You want to ride back with me, or are you going to go riding off on the back of Damon’s bike? I’ve got some condoms in my bag if you need some.”
Before she can actually step outside or I can adequately respond, Damon advances forward, offering me his hand and his smile.
“I just wanted to say that I thought you were terrific,” he says. “We’ve not been formally introduced, the two of us—Damon Abrams.”
I shake his hand, feeling his soft palm and firm grip.
“Noelle Foster.”
“You’ll be modeling again tomorrow, I hope?”
“Indeed, I will,” I confirm. “And you’ll be here too, I assume? I mean, you own the place, so… you can come and go whenever you want, of course.”
“Right,” he laughs.
I feel like such a fool for babbling, and rather than simply bite my tongue, I slowly retreat from the building and pull Sabrina out the exit with me.
“It’s nice meeting you,” Damon says with a wave as we leave.
“It’s nice meeting you, too!” I assure him. “See you tomorrow!”