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physical reactions were harder to fake. Chris sighed and rubbed his temples. "I fucked him."
    Sebastian's brows went up before he returned to a portrait of aggressive caring. "Top or bot —never mind. It doesn't matter. So he changed his pattern. Whatever. Maybe his game of chastity got old. The point is you need to get away from him before he takes you for all you're worth."
    "What makes you think he's doing that to me? Maybe those many other models were reading too much into his actions." Chris frowned. The same could be said of him. It was a wonderful night, and Jason did seem to really like him, but things in New York were never quite what they seemed.
    "Chris, I was his mentor when he came into town last year. He was young and beautiful, a real shot in the arm to modeling. Everyone loved him. I admit, even as a straight man, I got caught up in his charms." He leaned forward so much that Chris thought Sebastian might fall to the floor. But now his face showed real concern, not the strange twisted-lip sneer from before. "But all he did was take. And he took everything: money, presents, anything anyone would give him. And what he doesn't get, he steals. I know you've seen him steal. I could tell by the look on your face just now when I brought it up."
    Chris swallowed hard and looked outside to the lightening sky. His stomach churned, half because he'd become attached to Jason so quickly and half because he felt stupid. He should've known better.
    "I'm really tired."
    Sebastian stood and stretched. He may have been old for modeling, but he was still an incredibly attractive man.
    "All right, kid. Just remember what I said. I won't let him in here, so if you really must see him in spite of my warnings, meet him somewhere else. I'm really sorry I didn't shield you from him. I should've dragged you out of there earlier." He gave a half-hearted chuckle. "He probably only picked you up to spite me."
    Insult to injury. But at the moment, it made as much sense as anything else did. Why else would a vision like Jason bother to notice some bumpkin? Chris stood and purposefully slammed his shoulder into Sebastian's as he passed him. Reaching the connecting hall, he said, "Good night. And go fuck yourself."
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    Chris sat in bed with his laptop, reading the requirements for transferring his credits from UT to NYU. His talk with Sebastian made it clear what sort of vipers existed in the fashion world. While he was already booked for a few editorials and runway shows, he knew he couldn't count on his career forever; Sebastian was proof of that. He'd only dropped out to see where this modeling thing went, and the road looked like a dead end. He'd stick with it for now, though, maybe make enough cash to finish school.
    Chris had been up all night. The dawn breeze had been pleasant enough that he'd opened the window, but as the temperature rose, the stench of car fumes and sounds of people shouting in the street had him distracted. Chris pushed his laptop aside and went to the window to close it when he heard Jason's voice over the din.
    "Red rover, red rover, let Christopher come over."
    Below, wearing gold lamé pants, a translucent white silk vest, and huge, arrogant Jackie O sunglasses, was Jason straddling a messenger bike. His hair was tucked into a cracked orange safety helmet. Just seeing him filled Chris with a rush of resentment, making his head spin. Ducking his head through the window, Chris shouted, "Now is not a good time!"
    Jason cupped his hand to his ear like he couldn't hear.
    Exhaling impatiently, Chris turned from the window and then ran down the five flights of stairs out to the sidewalk, realizing too late he wore the same thing he’d had on last night. He bent over, panting to catch his breath.
    Jason peered over his glasses, smirking. "No rush."
    "What… do… you… want?" Chris really needed to start working out.
    "I have a surprise for you. Let's go for a ride." Jason pulled the bike up in a