Chapter 47

Past

I stayed.

The photographer, Melody, was a lovely middle-aged woman. She kissed Monroe on the lips and his hands circled her ass for a squeeze as their lips and tongues danced.

Pulling away but leaving his hand possessively on her ass, Monroe's gaze found mine.

"Zachery, this is my friend and photographer Melody. Melody, meet Zach. He will be observing the photo shoot today."

"Hello, Zach. Nice to meet you." Melody's hand came out. "Have you modeled before?"

Heat rose into my face and Monroe slapped me on the back.

"No, he has not," he said as he laughed. "But I am trying to talk him into working exclusively with me."

Melody's eyes traveled over my body like I was a prime piece of meat. "You're yummy," she said with a touch of flirtation, "and I would love the chance to photograph you."

"Thank you." What else could I say?

Stephens showed another woman in and she was introduced as Nessia. She was incredibly exotic with long brown, almost black hair hanging to her waist. He