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Especially Jaime, who I fantasized about for the majority of my teenage years and was simultaneously terrified of his sexual advances.
    I turn to face the bushes, where I know he's watching me from, gather my hair, and wring it out slowly so the water drips down my breasts. Then I pick up my towel and head inside.
    It doesn't take him long to climb up to the window; he's waiting for me when I enter my bedroom. I drop my towel and saunter to the window and open it .
    He's wearing jeans and a tight shirt, dirtied from scrambling up the side of the house. I tear my eyes from the ripples of his muscles beneath the fabric to his face—the face that photographs fucking perfectly. Full lips, strong jaw, high cheekbones. I can't deny that when looking through my reel after a shoot, every single one of Jaime's images are salvageable.
    Even when he looks smug as all hell, which has always been his most common expression.
    I say nothing and walk to my vanity, sitting and grabbing my hair brush. I watch him through the mirror as he swings his legs into my room and hops down onto the carpet.
    "You rang?"
    "I did."
    He sits on my bed. "You know, you can't just use me for booty calls, Brit. I'm a person," he drawls amusedly. “I have feelings.”
    I roll my eyes. "Get over yourself."
    "Get over myself? You're the one who texted me , and then chose to be swimming in that when I showed up."
    I grin. When Jaime and I were in Boston, he shared one of his fantasies with me. I used to wear this bikini my junior and senior year of high school, and he got off on the thought of peeling it from my body and eating me out.
    All I want to do right now is live out that fantasy, but I've got business to tend to. Sadly.
    As I work out the knots in my hair, I tell Jaime about the situation with the shoot and the ten porn stars my parents want to host at their house in a couple of weeks. By the end, he's cracking up. "I got the email from your manager for the schedule for this summer, but I didn't know you were planning on shooting it here , in Malibu. Jesus, Brit. A little close for comfort."
    "It's not funny," I say flatly. "You know my mom and dad."
    Jaime rolls his eyes. "Give it up. They'd shit themselves if they knew a lot of things." He stands from the bed and walks over to me. When he reaches the vanity, he hunches down until his face is right next to mine, and my eyes catch his earthy ones in the mirror ’s reflection. H e reaches up and toys with the bikini string tied at the back of my neck. "They'd be less pissed about your job than the fact that you've fucked me."
    Hearing him say those words out loud is enough to send a pulse of pleasure through my abdomen. "I think they'd be pretty pissed about both. But Evan thinks they already know about EPE. It comes up everywhere when you Google me."
    "I don't know." I watch the mirror as he coils the string of my bikini around his finger and tugs. The bow loop slowly shrinks. "Your parents used to openly voice their distaste for Cameron's lifestyle every day. Didn't stop after he graduated college, either. They would tell you if they found out about EPE."
    The bow unravels. He loosens the strings, and the triangles of my bikini fall down. I cock an eyebrow. "What do you think you're doing?"
    I watch in the mirror as his eyes flit to my exposed breasts. "What do you think? I thought this was a..."
    "Not a booty call," I say with a smirk. I reach around by and untie the bottom of my bikini top and stand, walking to the dresser and throwing on a white t-shirt I know is totally see through. Just because this isn't a booty call doesn't mean I don't want to drive him crazy. "I bought a new lens," I say nonchalantly. “ Haven't been able to try it out on a body yet." I grab my camera off the dresser top and spin toward him. "I want to use you, just not for fucking."
    He stands and crosses his arms over his chest. "Can't you shoot pics of your family or something to test out your lens?"
    I scrunch my nose.