pushes my tank top strap off my shoulder and leans in, trying to kiss me.
I shove her away. I know my face is cherry red. I glance at Jade, and she looks worried. The other girls are still gaping, and one of them whispers to the other. Hayley Wade.
Gold Chain steps closer. “Undress. Show me you can do this.”
Charles is suddenly there, at my side, glaring at the guy.
“I'm clearly in the wrong place,” I say, holding a hand up.
The man's face darkens, and he shoots Jade a look. “I thought you properly screened these girls.”
She shoots me a pleading look. “I… I did.”
The man rolls his eyes. He makes to grab my arm, but Charles steps between us, blocking him.
“Baby girl, this job's worth thousands of dollars,” Gold Chain says smoothly, ignoring Charles's girth between us. “You've got the look, but if you want the job, you need to lose the muscle.”
Thousands of dollars. But this isn't just modeling. That's clear. This is something else. I gotta get out of here.
“I'm sorry. I changed my mind.” I turn heel and rush out of the room. I can sense Charles following, but by the time we reach the front door, Jade's caught up.
She looks really stressed out. “I'm sorry. I should have explained better… but you'd be perfect for—”
“What is this?” I hiss at her.
“I thought you understood. It's modeling .”
I cross my hands over my chest. “ Nude modeling?”
“Yes. And you don't have to do anything you don't want to do.”
“What's that even mean? That girl tried to kiss me.”
She grabs my arm and smiles at me. “Sometimes we do video. Girl-on-girl only. It's really good money.” She looks friendly, and like she really thinks she's helping me. Wait till all the girls in there tell her who she invited to be a porn star.
I push Jade's hand off my arm. “No, thanks. I just… I don't think it's for me. No offense. I'm sorry. I hope that guy's not mad at you.”
She presses her lips together and gives me a small nod. It's obvious she's worried he will be mad at her. She opens the door for me reluctantly.
I step into the sunlight and head for the car without meeting Charles's eyes. “Please just take me home.”
That's when I see the familiar cars—the paps—half-hidden by the bushes. The snaps follow me as I rush to the car.
I slide into the back of the Jag, cheeks still hot, feeling like a fool.
Hayley Plays For Both Teams - Auditions for Lesbian Porn Behind Kaidan's Back! Kaidan Says KaiHay OVER!
I tried to get a job and almost signed up to be a porn star. Not an option, even if it would pay well. How could I be so stupid? I hang my head in my hands, too ashamed to even risk making eye contact with Charles. My eyes are burning, but fuck crying.
I'm so preoccupied with my racing thoughts, my embarrassment, my anxiety about what to do next, that I don't pay attention as we drive.
I don't realize Charles isn't taking me home until we pull through the Stone mansion gates.
My throat constricts, and my heart beats faster as we drive up to the front door, and I see Kaidan standing there. He's got on tight jeans and a blue button down shirt, sleeves rolled up to his elbows. His face is dark, arms crossed over his chest. Charles must have texted him. God. He looks sexy even when he's furious, but I'm scared more than anything. Scared of what he's thinking, what he'll say.
I lean forward and grab the headrest of the passenger seat.
“Why are we here?” I squeak out. “I asked you to take me home.”
“And Kaidan ordered me to bring you here,” Charles says. “He wanted to see you, ma'am.” He parks and gets out of the car.
I slide deeper into my seat, feeling as awful as I did when I got caught shoplifting.
Charles says something to Kaidan, and his handsome face hardens even more.
That's it. This is stupid. I didn't do anything wrong. What if I did want to do girl-on-girl porn? Kaidan doesn't have a right to dictate what I do or don't do.
I get out of the car