Easy as Pie

'Easy as pie.' Alexander thought, fighting a grin.

Mild Savagery was once invited last year at the New York Fashion Week as representatives from their University but to say the least, this wasn't his type of scene. It's more of Marco's specialty.

Nevertheless, he thought he could handle this.

One of the staff (that blonde girl at the registration) looked him over, her gaze not leaving for a couple of seconds. She tapped his arm and whispered in his ear, "Honey, you're next."

Alexander nodded and smiled at her.

Alexander circled his shoulders and bent his head from side to side as if warming up before he entered the runway. He made a carefully controlled blank expression just like how professional models do it, walking confidently as if he had been modeling his whole life.

A hush fell over the crowd when they see him, little murmurs growing louder. Alexander could feel hundreds of eyes in the audience roving over his body, checking him out, and looking at the tattoo. It made him aware and self-conscious, sending warm tingles all over his body.

Of course, they wondered why he kept his shirt on.

Shouts erupted from the spectators. Alexander glanced over his side, his gaze on the group of girls as they stood giggling and whispering to one another, sizing him up. None of them could've been older than eighteen.

"Alexander Black!"

Oh shit. How did they know him? Their band is not even that popular yet!

"Fuck me, please." One of them squealed, and Alexander tried hard not to wince. Only dolphins should be allowed to achieve such a pitch.

"No, he should fuck me first." Another one of them asked excitedly.

"Take your shirt off, daddy!"

"I want Marco!" said another.

"How about Blake and London?"

"Where's Jason Grey?"

Oh shit. Now the secret's out. If the paparazzi managed to catch them here...

And if Alexander's bandmates find him modeling tattoos, he would be the subject of ridicule for the next few months.

Alexander clenched his fists, feeling a headache coming on. He needed to do this fast. He scanned the crowd looking for that bright red hair.

He locked eyes with Red and the force of its weight drove the air out of his lungs. She was at the front, facing her as she formed a heart with her hands, silently cheering for him.

Alexander inhaled a greedy breath, his chest inexplicably hot, and reined in even greedier impulses.

Fuck. She was beautiful under the sun, even with that uneven hair, as she smiled at him. Wide blue-green eyes, a rosebud mouth, long lashes, and flawless skin.

She wore loose shorts and a green tank top which exposed her shoulders and hugged her tits, which looked to him like a perfect handful.

Alexander wanted her then and he still wanted her now. If this is the only way to get her then he would do this.

Alexander unbuttoned the top two buttons of his shirt showing them a little glimpse of what was underneath. He smiled at Red as his fingers gripped the hem of his shirt and yanked it over his head. He made a show of throwing his shirt to the audience and aimed it at her.

Howls, cheers, and whistles erupted. Alexander heard awe and amazement in them. Some of them kept on pointing at his body, at the tattoos Red created. Their eyes devoured him and he tried hard ignoring them.

Alexander stood up straighter and neared the judges to show off Red's work instead and he couldn't move at the sight below the stage, shocked to stare back at a pair of amber eyes similar to his.

Andre, his older brother, was sitting there along with the other six panelists.