Heaven And Hell novel Chapter 68

I tilted my head to the side, looking at myself. My tan skin glowed from the bronzer, and they deepened my abs (I ran a lot) with bronzer too. My hair was wild and curled, looking longer as it reached the back of my waist.

Anna placed wrist-legth, fingerless gloves in my left hand, while my other one had silver rings on each finger.

I got out of the bathroom, seeing Natalie looking totally hot in a super mini leather shorts, a white army jacket and a black corset. Her feet were clad in fierce shoes with six-inch heels, and gorgeous accessories.

Ria saw me and beamed, satisfied with my appearance.

"Looking badass, my dear," she told me.

Natalie heard that and widened her eyes a little at my new appearance. But then she gave me an icy smile and looked away.

I rolled my eyes.

I wished Emerson, Viv, and Fred were here, but they weren't allowed to tag along because the shots would be a surprise. The dowager and Maxwell weren't allowed also. Even Anthony. Michael was not inside the room, because he was taken to another room to be clothed.

They wanted to make him look even more gorgeous than he already was.

As if I summoned him using my thoughts, he came inside the room. His hair was toussled and mussed, a stubborn lock visible in the middle of his forehead. He was wearing a gray shirt that said RD in edgy lettering, and he was wearing jeans that looked snug in his legs but not quite tight. He was in Doc Martens, a leather jacket hooked in his finger over his shoulder.

When he saw me, he started a bit, but his gaze lingered all over me. I flushed.

Ria beckoned him to our side. Michael went beside me, giving Natalie a smile, and placed a hand on my hip. I noticed he didn't put his hand on the leather of my jacket, but through it, touching my skin. I suddenly felt heat around me.

Natalie saw this and, I swear, I saw her eyes spark with hatred for me.

"Now," Ria announced to Natalie and I, "the Story Line shoot is all about making a story. Obvious with the name, isn't it? So. First thing's first, the beginning shot is that all of your are on the bed. No dirty thoughts, people, this is modelling.

"Michael will be in the middle, and Keller and Natty will be between him, both touching him like no one's touched him before. Grab his shirt, touch his stomach, bite his ear, kiss his neck, whatever!

"Remember, this ad's all about steam and hotness. The clothes are all about attitude, edge, spark, sexiness. And Michael? You'll look at Keller while Natalie is doing her thing, as is Keller.

"The story is about this guy who has two girls fighting over him, wanting to be all over him, devouring him. Make everything look hot, but not pornographically. This is modelling, like I said, and you have to make things work professionally."

I didn't even want to be a model.

God, this was making me fidgety and nervous.

Ha! If Natalie's stupid knee touched his (well, it was touching his waist now, instead of his arm) waist, then Michael was grabbing my hair, looking like I was being grabbed against my will. In truth though, he was gentle and I was willing to come close to him. I looked like I was crawling, but I was frozen for the camera. My heart was thudding, being so close to Michael while his freaking ex was with us.

To the people, it seemed like Natalie was the mistress, while I was the lead guy's girl. It seemed like he and I were going to kiss, our lips so close, our breaths mingling. I closed my eyes, as did Michael. Then snap! and the camera clicked.

The photographer and Ria liked it a lot. The guy with the HP laptop beamed at the shot he saw on the screen (wow, that was easily transferred there, huh?) and the other crew members fanned themselves.

"Gorgeous!" the photographer exclaimed.

This went on with different steamy poses, then after our last change, Natalie was in a tiny red dress that was tight at the waist and tight above the thighs, with a large brown belt and a small black leather jacket and bangles. I was in a tight dress too, only it was in teal, while I was wearing white fingerless gloves that was elbow length. I was in dark pumps.

Michael was clad in bad boy clothes that was so hard to describe, it was unbearable. He was too handsome!

"All right, final take!" Ria called out in front of us a few feet away.

The pose was this: Natalie was hugging Michael's broad back, her mouth hot on his right ear, ready to bite. Michael was slightly bent, kissing my neck, his eyes not on me but on my arched neck, my jaw.

My eyes would be on the camera, mouth slightly open with my left leg on Michael's right hip, him holding it with his right hand as his left arm snaked around my waist. My hands would clutch his black blazer tightly, his red tie askew and loose.