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bloodstream. There’s something to be said for this level of vulnerability, cunt spread wide as if waiting for my lover to come and claim me.
    “Zach, the net,” Devon barks, snapping his fingers to show his impatience. “Sierra, love, climb down and lay in the hollow of the driftwood.”
    The love added to the directions, sends shivers of happiness down my spine. I’m quick to do his bidding, and when he drapes the fishing net–complete with seaweed and barnacles–over my body, I finally realize his vision. This is no longer an erotic calendar, it’s a work of art. His art...and I’m the canvas.
    From there we move to a small tide pool–my hair floating in the water amongst the small sea creatures who also reside there. Shells have been carefully and strategically placed on the smooth planes of my tanned skin–a nautical mosaic of sorts.
    His vision of this sea creature–a mermaid of sorts, captured on land–unashamed of her naked body, has captured the entire crew in its net of fantasy.
    Our last location is the ocean itself. I’m lying in the waves–arms straight, back arched and ass peeking out of the water. They’ve wrapped and draped seaweed around my legs and lower torso. It’s an homage to the captured mermaid returning her to her home, the waves paying worship to her transforming form.
    And then it’s over. The magic which has been thick in the air, quickly dissipating, bringing us back to the here and now. A fleeting brush with genius. I’d finally tasted the real Devon Goode, basked in the glow of his camera, and participated in his art.
    If I was being honest with myself, and in this moment I need to be, if I could experience the satisfying pleasure of being mixed into this level of art everyday–I’d never give up this life. New York, and all of my dreams attached to that, could be damned.

4
    T hat night at dinner I’m ravenous. I deserve all the treats after our amazing shoot today, so I reward myself by gorging on the newest spread of delicious seafood Denise has provided. Some kind of delectable fish that is flakey and falling apart and practically melts in my mouth. Lobster tail and crab legs, generously dipped in butter. Coconut fried shrimp and a perfectly fried crab cake. I even forgo my usual glass of wine for a local beer.
    The whole crew seems to be in high spirits. Devon inspired us all today, and from the vibe of the room you can tell we’d all felt lucky to have been able to participate. Once I’ve cleaned my plate, I glance down at my phone; I’ve got another hour until my Skype session with Eric. I should go freshen up, maybe take a quick shower, but no–my entire being betrays me. Instead of doing what I should, I seeks Devon out. My feet carry me across the room and out onto the veranda, which has become Devon’s lair.
    “Sierra, what a surprise.” Devon’s voice holds a hint of irritation, and I’m instantly confused.
    Refusing to be intimated, I straighten my spine. “I just wanted to tell you how much I enjoyed and loved what you did with the shoot today. Again.”
    “Come now, we’re both adults. That’s not really what you want to say, is it?” Devon says, taunting me.
    For fucks sake, this man is irritating. Of course, today’s shoot was all about proving me wrong. I’d damaged his frail male ego, and this really was all about revenge. I take a deep breath, ready to take back some the power this infuriating man keeps sucking from me every time we’re in the same vicinity. “Fine. Since you don’t want to take my genuine compliment on your work, I’ll say the thing you expect me to say.”
    Devon’s brows raise in amusement, and it’s all the prompting I need. “For something that is merely a paycheck , you had an awfully huge erection for it. Seems your dick is saying something completely different than your mouth.”
    I cross my arms and challenge his pompous gaze with a knowing one of my own. I’ve got the upper hand now, right?
    “Sierra