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a little bit of hair that she hadn’t seen
before when Jesús yelled, “Hey, man, it’s not that kind of shoot.” Marco shot a
look over at Jesús then at Alex.
    Alex quickly scrambled to her feet since which
took a second, since she couldn’t just push herself up as she was holding onto
her camera. She needed to diffuse this situation before it became one so she
said, “I think we’re good here. Marco, why don’t you go get changed for our
next setup and we’ll meet you inside on the couch.”
    Alex couldn’t quite understand why all the guys
were suddenly staring at her. Obviously, she was talking, but the looks on
their faces, something was off, but she thought maybe it was just all the
tension so she continued rambling,  “We’ll need a few minutes to get the
lights set up and that’ll work while you get dressed…” she was walking around
the pool until she was now a few feet from all of them. Suddenly, Jesús moved
so that he was standing in front of her and then turned around, giving her his
back. Marco burst out laughing. Alex tried to walk around Jesús but he moved
with her. “Jesús, what the hell?”
    Jesús wouldn’t turn around but he said as he
looked straight at Marco, “Alex, the concrete you were on, by the pool, it was,
um, it was wet.”
    Alex was pissed and didn’t know what he was
saying. Why the hell was he talking about the concrete and why the hell wasn’t
he turning around to look at her when he talked… Oh shit . She looked
down and saw what everyone else just saw. It looked like she had been in a wet
t-shirt contest. It never even dawned on her when she laid down that the
concrete was wet, she was so focused on getting the shot. Now everyone had seen
her, for all intents and purposes, topless. Great.
     “Shit.” Was all she could muster.
     “Alexandra, you just shot me topless. I
think it’s only fair, no?” Marco teased. That was the last straw for Jesús he
started to take one step towards him and Alex had to put her arm around him,
not that she could really hold him back. But it was enough of a reminder that
she was his boss, and if she said no, he listened. Which unfortunately, only
added fuel to Marco’s macho fire.
     “ No te preocupes, Jesús .” He said
cavalierly as he turned to go into the house. He won this round. He didn’t need
to fight Jesús to prove it. He turned back over his shoulder and said,
“Alexandra, I’ll grab you a T-shirt you can change into.” And then, like he
couldn’t help it, “But I don’t have a dry bra, so you might just need to go
without.” He winked and grinned as Alex held onto Jesús even tighter as he
flinched again about to lunge at Marco.
     “Jesús, let it go. He’s just fucking with
you. It’s not a big deal that everyone saw my um, you know, anyway, let’s just
pretend this didn’t happen.” She said to his back. He still couldn’t turn
around to look at her.
     “I don’t like this guy, Alex. I don’t like
the way he talks to you. And I don’t like the way he looks at you.” One of the
things Alex loved about Jesús was that there was no filter, no nuance. He said
what he felt.
     “I know, Jesús, I know you don’t like him.
But this is work, and we’re going to be travelling with him and spending the
better part of a week with him. And the madder you get, the more he enjoys
teasing you, or me just to get to you. So, you have to be the bigger person,
Jesús. Understand me?” it was difficult having this type of conversation with
Jesús at all, but talking to his back, it was ridiculous. She saw him nod.
“Good. Now, please give me your shirt so that we can work until he gets back
here with my change of clothes.” Jesús took off his Tshirt and handed it
backwards to Alex. She quickly slipped it on over her, and noticed his muscled
and almost completely tat-free back. There was only one tattoo, right at the
top in between his shoulder blades. It was of an angel with two little initials
in script