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cute, but I know what Zia likes.”
    “You think I’m cute? Just cute? And after everything we’ve shared…”
    I rolled my eyes, pumped some oil into my hands, and attacked his chest, which I instantly congratulated myself for because the feel of his skin under my hands was incredibly pleasing. His sharp intake of breath led me to believe that he was just as affected as I was.  
    My hands glided across each contour of his well-defined chest and down his stomach, where a detailed six pack rippled under my hands. I cut my hands down to the V of his hips and right above his waistline where my fingers danced dangerously with the waistband. His sharp intake of breath informed me of the effect my hands had on him. Retreating from the danger zone, I worked my way back up to his arms and finished up on his pecs to avoid any embarrassment for the both of us.  
    When I rubbed near his armpits, he laughed and jerked away.  
    “Don’t tickle me,” he accused.  
    “I wasn’t tickling you; I was trying to get oil everywhere.”
    “Yeah, right. You’re totally someone who would tickle an innocent bystander.”
    “And why is that?” I said, while putting a little more oil in my hands.  
    “You have that devilish look about you. You’re trouble,” he joked.  
    “You have no clue what trouble is,” I replied, while rubbing his shoulders
    “I’d like to find out,” he said, while looking down at me with those devastating eyes.  
    My hands stilled on his shoulders as I looked back up at him. He really was so incredibly handsome, but he also obtained a addicting boyish charm at the same time. His mouth quirked to the side, showing off that lonesome dimple of his, making me melt a little on the spot. It’s been a long time since I felt like kissing one of the Teeg models, but at this moment, with Adam looking down at me with lust in his eyes, I was tempted to stand up on my toes and plant one right on his lips.  
    Still looking at each other, my hands glided to the center of his chest, where they connected with the dog tags dangling from his neck. I was just about to ask him why he was wearing them when Nolly came down the hallway calling out my name.  
    In an instant, I tore myself off of Adam and started wiping my hands with a towel.  
    “Where is Adam?” Nolly called out. “Zia is about to lose her damn mind.”
    “You better get a move on,” I said, as I turned away.  
    Adam’s body came up behind mine and said, “Is there any chance I can get your number, Solo?”
    I turned toward him and said, “I don’t think that’s a good idea. Models and me don’t mix.”
    With that, I walked down the hallway with Adam’s eyes burning a hole through my back. His heavy steps came up behind me, and I could feel the heat of his breath on my neck as he leaned down next to my ear.  
    “I’m not really a model, Solo, just a guy trying to stay afloat.”
    I hated how the way he said my name made me tingle from head to toe. I hated how his voice vibrated through my chest and I hated how I could practically feel the burn his muscles left behind on my hands.  
    With mixed emotions, I watched him walk up to Nolly, who nodded in appreciation, and then escorted him back to the casting office. He was right, he wasn’t a model for sure, because by no means did he act like one. He was genuine, sweet, and there was something dark and complex about him that had my mind reeling, trying to figure out his story.  
    Damn.

Chapter Three

    Adam

    My mind was still dazed from the “job interview” I went through two days ago. When my friend told me about the casting, I wasn’t expecting to be stripped bare, sexually questioned, objectified, and “rubbed down.”  
    When I walked back into the casting room, the minions’ mouths fell open and Meryl nodded in approval, while a giant smile spread across her face. The only person I couldn’t read was Zia, who apparently was the one person I had to impress. I had no clue what