Friendly, wasn’t she?
He wandered off at the direction of the staff to change his board shorts and to have his hair and makeup and adjusted. When he came back out, Katrina was in a short robe.
He was called out toward a tree facing the sun.
“Ready for you, Katrina,” the director said.
She dropped the robe, and Grant blinked. Katrina wore only a thong bottom. She stood while they arranged her hair to partially cover her breasts.
And what fantastic breasts they were, too. He decided to look elsewhere, like out on the water, until she showed up in front of him. In this game they were playing, it was best for him not to show a physical reaction.
“Katrina, you against the tree. Grant, you plant one hand above her head to start, lean into her body.”
Some of the assistants positioned them while Grant and Katrina made eye contact.
She met his gaze with a cool one of her own, a challenge to him, as if she’d done this a million times, as if rubbing her breasts against his chest wasn’t a big deal. To her, it probably wasn’t. She wanted to know if he’d react.
He had a gorgeous, half-naked woman pressed up against him, and his dick was trying very hard to respond to that, while he was trying equally as hard to convince his dick nothing was going to happen out here on the beach with thirty other people watching.
“Ready?” the director asked.
Katrina tilted her head back toward the sun. “Yes.”
Grant gave a quick nod, hoping like hell this wouldn’t take long, especially since every time Katrina moved, she rubbed her breasts against his chest. And because she was topless, they had to take special care that no nipple was visible, so they took every shot carefully, stopping to rearrange her hair or strategically place his arm or hand.
It was interminable, and seemed to go on for hours. Katrina was patient through every shot, but to Grant, it was like a goddamned eternity.
“Is it always like this?” Grant asked Katrina during one of the many breaks.
Clearly comfortable standing around having her hair and makeup retouched, Katrina cocked her head to the side. “Like what?”
“Hours of this. Click and change positions. Click and redo the hair. Click and clothing changes.”
“Oh. Yes. Always like this. Why? Are you bored?”
His lips curved and he glanced downward where her hair barely covered her generous breasts. “Hardly.”
She rolled her eyes. “I doubt these are the first set of breasts you’ve seen. Not from what I’ve read about you.”
“And here I thought you had no idea who I was.”
“Oh, I know who you are, Grant. You’ve dated a few of my friends.”
He wondered which ones. None of them were on location with him, and he’d always remained friends with the women he dated, so he doubted any of them had anything bad to say about him. “Is that right. And did you get a full report?”
“Yes.”
“So that means you’ll have dinner with me tonight.”
She laughed, and he liked the sound of it.
“I don’t think so.”
He wasn’t insulted, and he liked her confidence. They finished the shoot for the day since, according to the director, the light was leaving them. Katrina grabbed her robe and wandered off, and Grant went back to his bungalow to shower off all the makeup and hair gunk. He checked his phone and answered a few emails and text messages.
Trevor texted that he was going to set up a face-to-face call with Haven, so he was staying in his room.
That meant Grant was on his own tonight, which was fine with him. He returned a few calls, one to his agent, Liz Riley. She talked to him about finalizing his contract since the season would be starting soon. He told her he’d come in and see her as soon as he got back to town.
Football season was gearing up, and he was due to the practice facility in St. Louis in two weeks.
He was ready. He’d been in training and was in shape, and was more than ready for the season to start. This was a nice mini vacation prior to getting back to work, though. Soon enough he’d have his head in the game, and it would be all he thought about.
After getting dressed in a pair of shorts and a sleeveless shirt, he made his way to the main bar at the hotel and ordered a beer. He grabbed a seat at one of the tables outside, content to sip his beer and people watch, one of his favorite pastimes.
He saw a few of the models come outside. They sat at a table not too far from where he was, all of them talking and laughing.
They were all beautiful women. Tall and slender, with great hair, pretty smiles, and amazing bodies. But he found himself searching for only one woman.
He had no idea why, when she’d clearly blown him off. She was probably out on a date tonight with some hot male model. He’d seen a few of those guys today as well.