3 Chapter 3

“What in the fuck do you think you’re doing?” Jeremy whispered, knowing the proximity to the bathrooms and their old, thin walls.

“Dylan was so adorable sitting here by himself, hoping to catch a glimpse of his favorite model. I couldn’t help myself.”

“Yeah, and here you are lying to him, Mr. Alan James Sheffield. What in the hell do you expect to accomplish?”

“If I didn’t know any better, I would think you were jealous.”

“Fuck you.” Jeremy stood. The stool screeched across the wooden floor. “Do what you want, fuck the poor kid; give him the night of his life. Just don’t screw up this trip or the photo shoot by getting sidetracked. I need you focused. The client is putting a lot on the line by hiring us without agency representation. I’ve been through this before with you and one of your weekend trysts and almost lost a client. If you and your dick fuck this up, we’re finished.”

“Where are you going?”

“Back to my room, I can’t watch any more of this pathetic charade.”