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following the conversation.
    Kirk pushed Chad into the dressing area. “If you’re good at modeling, then it won’t take too long. With the nasty, if you’re good it should take a long time.” Kirk actually winked. “Know what I mean.”
    “Not really. But I think you’ve got it backward. If you’re good at sex, your partner will come quickly.” Chad mentally cursed himself for even responding to such an absurd comment.
    “I’d rather savior the moment, myself,” Kirk said.
    “Everything okay over here.” Angie appeared out of nowhere.
    “Good luck,” Kirk said. “I’ll go check the cameras.”
    “You do that.” Angie held out what had to be the smallest pair of underwear known to man. “Here you go.”
    “You’ve got to be kidding me?” He glanced from the flimsy white article of clothing now dangling from his index finger. “This is my outfit?”
    “Oh, yeah.”
    Chad ignored the sexy, smooth tone of her voice and the effect it could have on his body if he wasn’t careful. “This is closed to the public right? I mean people won’t see me in this?”
    “Just a few of us.” Angie leaned against the wall and stared.
    “Do you mind?” Chad tried to grimace, but deep down, he liked being oogled by this woman.
    “No, go ahead.” She folded her arms across her chest and smiled like a kid about to see her very first penis. “I like the view.”
    “I bet you do, but if I’m going to get through this without looking like a horny teenager, you better turn around.”
    Angie smiled, which didn’t help his growing discomfort. “Oh, fine.” She turned. “I’ll be back in less than five, so hurry up.”
    “Oh, my, God,” he mumbled, slipping from his pants and boxers in one swoop. He looked down at his cock. Fucking wonderful. “No time for a hard-on.”
    Angie’s chuckle echoed in his ears from somewhere behind him. He blinked a few times, and then hiked up the underwear that didn’t leave anything to the imagination.
    “You have them on yet, or what?”
    “I think the or what ,” he said.
    “They fit okay?”
    He looked down at himself, thankful that, thus far, she had no physical effect on his cock. “Not really.”
    “Let me see.”
    “No.” He gripped the divider, locking eyes with her. But all she had to do was raise up on tiptoe and glance down. He swallowed.
    “I had my hand in your boxers last night. This should be a piece of cake.”
    He vaguely remembered thinking something soft and supple had a firm grip on his dick last night, but for now, he chose to ignore the memory. “I think I’ve changed my mind.”
    Her eyes widened and then narrowed. “You can’t,” she said behind a clenched jaw. “This is a career breaker for me. I’m begging.”
    “So, this is Chad,” the man that had been giving her a hard time said as he approached.
    She fixed her hair, let out a long breath and turned. “Robert, meet Chad Gregory.”
    “Why is it that I’ve never heard of you?” Robert asked in an unforgiving tone. “Are you sure he knows what he’s doing?”
    “Robert, relax and trust me. Chad is one of the best.”
    Best at what? He tried to figure out this Robert fellow. He sure as shit didn’t like the way he talked to Angie.
    “I don’t know.” Robert put his hands on his hips and shook his head. “This is a big deal. I don’t like using unknowns.”
    “We’ve got five other top models that you’re going to be using for this campaign and from what I understand, Eddy will be all healed for the television commercials. This is just a tester. Don’t worry.”
    “Don’t tell me not to worry,” Robert said. “I’m spending millions on this concept. Maybe I should get someone else.”
    “Look,” Chad said, not hiding his annoyance. “Are we ready yet, I’ve got pressing matters to attend to.”
    He shoved aside the divider and marched between the two of them with his nose in the air. His legs weakened, and he didn’t think he’d make it to the hot tub