Iris Blaire - Dark Frame

Probably because he’s really, really pissed.

“You’re unhappy,” I say straightly.

He nods slowly. “So unhappy, in fact, that I’m pulling you off the issue.”

I should have expected that, but the punch to the gut is so hard that it takes me a couple of seconds to remember how to breathe. “Pulling me off the issue,” I repeat.

“The men with me are photographers from other magazines that my company owns. I deemed it necessary to pull them off of their projects in order to fix the one you’ve so royally fucked up.”

There’s no way that this man is going to intimidate me. My hands clench into fists at my sides and I say through gritted teeth. “I beg to differ.”

He releases a stark, harsh laugh. “Is that so? I’m not for your sad attempts to make cheap, soft-core art with my magazine,” he nearly growls. “As of now, you will be watching and taking note of my instructions, since apparently it’s impossible for you to take directions over email. And then maybe, maybe when I’ve thought about it more, I’ll let you photograph a part of the next issue under supervision.”

My blood boils, and I do everything I can to harness the scream of rage lodged in my throat. I don’t even give him the satisfaction of a nod. I just glare at him until he says, “I’m glad we’re at an understanding.” He spins on his heel and returns to the dining room.

Taking deep gulps of air, I pull out my phone to call Evan. But before I press send, I realize that there is nothing she’s going to be able to do for me. Instead, I’ll just cause her unnecessary worry while she is trying to study, because this most definitely means that A.J. is going to demand that she and Dallas have actual sex during a shoot.

I shove my phone back into my pocket and hurry up the stairs.

Once in my room, I take a bath, hoping that my anger fizzles to the point where I won’t try to punch through a wall or burst into tears. The latter would be worse. When signing the contract, it never occurred to me that something like this would happen when I gave up control.

I was so blindsided.

I should have hired a lawyer.

What’s worse than my work being taken from me is my work being mutilated.

I can’t keep thinking about this. Not right now.

I dry off and change into a flimsy cami and yoga pants. I towel off my hair and comb through it. When I open the door to leave, Jaime is standing right there, leaning against my door frame.

I nearly cry out in surprise, clutching my heart. “What are you doing?”

“I’m here for your next apology,” he says casually.

I frown.

“Give me your glasses,” he asks, “And turn around.”

I hesitate. Nothing inside me is satisfied with the notion that I trust him already. I slide off my glasses. “I’m not really in the mood,” I say as I turn around.

His hands cup my shoulders, and a shiver runs down my back. “I promise it will be worth your while.”

“I’m out of work,” I say coolly.

“I heard. What a cocksucker.”

“There’s nothing I can do about it,” I tell him.

Suddenly a piece of silky fabric is thrown over my eyes. I curse. “What are you doing?”

“Calm down, it’s just one of my ties.”

“I mean, what are you doing ?”

“Remember when I was supposed to lead you to your surprise birthday party?”

“And you pushed me in the fucking pool ?” I finish. I’m beginning to panic now.

His hands rest against my waist. “I’m apologizing for that,” he says into my ear.

I swallow. “I don’t… I don’t know. This house is huge and has lots of places where I could fall to my death.”

He chuckles. “I need you to trust me. Let me show you that you’re safe with me now.”

I nod uneasily, still unsure if I’m making the right decision. Before I let him move me, I ask, “Tell me why you did it first.”

“Oh, that’s easy. Because Cameron told me to.”

“God, you guys are such dicks.”

He laughs and pulls me against his chest. We begin to walk. “Have you talked to him recently?”

“Me? No. The bulk of our communicating is on Facebook. It usually consists of me calling out his dumb political posts as fallacy.”

He laughs at this too. The boy does laugh a lot. I could get used to it.

“Stairs,” he says.

I take a step up, but Jaime does most of the work, his large, strong hands shifting all over my body to project me toward a specific destination. I blindly reach out in front of me to stable myself, but my hands never run into any walls or banisters. Midway up the stairs, he wraps one arm around my waist and cups the back of my thigh with his hand. A surge of pleasure races through my abdomen.

Finally, we reach level ground. A few more steps and I listen as Jaime unlocks a door. He pushes me into a room.

His bedroom.

He leaves me to shut the door behind us and lock it.

My entire body shakes in waiting. “Can I…” I reach up to take my blindfold off and he captures my wrists.

“Not yet,” he whispers into my ear. His tongue swipes against my neck and I gasp. “I’ve been thinking about it,” he says huskily. “About your proposal.”

“What proposal?”

“Playing with you.”

I shudder at his breath on my neck.

“You have no idea how much I’d enjoy a night of abandon with you. How… taboo it would feel.”

“What, getting to fuck a girl you considered a sister for most of your life isn’t normal?”

He presses a finger against my lips to hush me. “I need you to promise me something. Promise me that this will stay between us. That your family will never find out.”

I open my mouth to say yes, because the way his hands are toying with my waistband is killing me, but the question is too strong in my mind. “Why do you care so much? I’m twenty-two… they don’t have control over me anymore.”

“Have you told your parents about the magazine?”

“Of course I haven’t.”

“And why’s that?”

“Because I’m not insane. If I told my dad I was using the camera he bought for me to shoot porn, he’d disown me.”

“And your parents have the best idea out of anyone of all the shit I’ve gotten into in my life. If they find out that… that…”

“You’re one of my many lays…”

He pauses. I caught him off guard.

“Oh please,” I continue, “Did you really think you’d be the lucky guy to take my virginity?”

“Of course not.”

“I lost it at sixteen by the way. A month after my first kiss. Your little Miss Innocent wasn’t so innocent after all.”

“You what ? Who? Who was it?”

I spin to face him, leaning in close to where I think his mouth is. “Like I’d tell you.” I run my finger down the front of his chest. “I won’t promise to keep it our secret if you decide that you want to make things interesting. But you should trust that it’s not in my best interest.” I’m totally fucking with him. I’d never tell my parents. They have no reason to know anything about my personal life.

We’re at a standstill, my finger hooked in the waistband of his jeans. Suddenly he pushes me backward. My shoulder blades connect with a wall, leaving me breathless.

“Let me see you,” I gasp.

“Not yet,” he responds. “Trust me. Lift your arms up.”

I do as I’m told. He lifts my cami up and over my head until I’m only in my yoga pants and a white lace bra. He groans, cupping my breasts and kissing the hollow of my throat. I arch my back, and he reaches behind me and unsnaps my bra. When I let it fall to the floor, he kisses down my chest and nips at the top of my breast. Suddenly, his hot tongue is on my nipple, swirling and sucking, and I release a whimper.