Bab 175: Miffed

Tate was miffed. This isn't how he saw this job going. His enjoyment of having Luke in front of his camera in ripped jeans and a weathered jean jacket lined with red plaid and no shirt was overshadowed by the fact Luke hadn't spoken to him once since those BEXT men had shown up. If that wasn't bad enough, everyone and their sister had stopped by for autographs and selfies.

Even now, with Luke waiting for another turn in front of the camera, he was surrounded by people. Not Tate, mind you.

"They're all touching him," he muttered as he checked equipment and took a quick break to rehydrate.

"For shame," Kim said. "Those hussy stylists are actually touching the models. The next thing you know, the photographer will be giving out blowjobs in the back of the SUV."

"Kim! You didn't?"

"I did. Well, some of it. The storm drowned out the middle bits, but that's okay. I got the general idea."