Shut Up and Model for Me Read Free

I’ll be getting my PhD for a five-figure salary.
    Like modeling will really cut me a nice paycheck. I guess she has faith in my body.
    “That so?” I say. “So what is it? An audition?”
    “I’m not too sure,” Tricia responds. “I think she just wants to see you. Maybe do a test shoot.”
    “Which means I’ll be grinding up against mostly-naked girls… tomorrow. You know that, right?”
    Her sigh is loud. “We already talked about this. I told you… work is work.” She scoffs. “You really think I’d be jealous of those sluts?”
    “Just double checking. Love you. See you in a bit.”
    “Don’t forget the milk. Kisses,” she says, and hangs up.
    I drop my phone in the cup holder and rub my eyes. Already a reply from the photographer… am I ready for this? Posing isn’t a deal at all. I’ve done underwear shoots before.
    But the fact that the mag is affiliated with East Park just makes me feel so unprofessional. On top of shooting with girls that aren’t Tricia.
    But she doesn’t care, so I shouldn’t care.
    I pull out of the parking lot, looking forward to nothing but buying milk and grading undergrad papers tonight.
    And being poor.
    And whoring myself out to EPE subscribers.
    Fuck college.

Chapter Two
    Evan
     
    “I’ve narrowed it down to four sexy models,” Britain says right when I walk in the door. She sits at her computer. “They’re all gonna stop by tomorrow.”
    “Okay,” I say as indifferently as possible. I throw my bag on the couch and head to the kitchen to wash out my smoothie cup.
    “ Well , aren’t you interested?”
    “In seeing what these model boys look like?” I yell over the running water, and shrug. “Not really. I mean, I’m not going to be posing with them. And they’re just temps, right?”
    “Jesus, Evan. Stop being a prude and come check out some hot ass with me.”
    I roll my eyes and turn off the water, trudging into the living room. I pull up a chair and sit at the desk with her. She has the first on already open. He’s… hot, I guess. Nice abs.
    “His nose is kind of big.”
    “You’re impossible,” she says.
    “Show me the next one.”
    She clicks her mouse, and a new photo pops up. He leans against a brick wall, crossing his meaty arms. Meaty is an understatement.
    “This guy is huge. And short. And bald. God, you have terrible taste in men. Why am I just realizing this now?”
    “Shut your face.”
    She clicks to the next portrait, and I stop breathing.
    The model lounges on the couch wearing low-rise jeans. His white shirt is completely unbuttoned, revealing his tanned chest—the ripples of his six-pack.
    I exhale. “Oh my god.”
    His neck is craned as he glances at the camera behind him with those gorgeous blue eyes.
    “Evan has a lady boner,” Britain sings.
    I open my mouth, but what the hell am I supposed to say? That she’s late to the party? That I’ve already been mentally masturbating to this guy for the past two hours? “I know him. Well, sort of. He was our student lecturer today in bio.”
    “Wait. You’re telling me that he’s a grad student ?”
    “Yeah. But what does that have to do with anything?”
    She shrugs. “Older guys are at our maturity level. Adam is so already getting on my nerves.”
    “Which is why we shouldn’t have any boys in our shoots.”
    “No, which is why we should hire this one.”
    When I jump up, I almost knock my chair over. “Hell no!”
    “Are you kidding me? We have to. He’s perfect. I heard the way you gasped when I pulled his picture up.”
    “He’s in my department, Brit. The first time a subscriber sees the two of us near each other, they are going to figure out exactly who I am.”
    She pushes her blonde hair out of her face at the same time that Delilah swaggers down the stairs wearing booty shorts and a crop top. “You really need to get past this whole double life thing. You’ll be way less stressed out.” She nods toward the stairs. “Take Delilah for example.