Temptation [h.s.] ✔

Chapter 15.

        My phone rings, breaking through the silence. I grab it and hold my breath when my agent's name flashes on the screen.

        "Sheila," I answer.

        "Liv! Fantastic news. Balfour are interested in you coming in for a test shoot. Are you free Thursday?"

        "What time?"

        "Between twelve and three."

        I run through my shifts in my head. "Yes, at twelve. I'm supposed to work at one, but Donny won't mind." As long as I wear an extra-tight, extra-low-cut shirt that day.

        "Fabulous. I'll call them back to confirm. Also, you should know they're testing twenty girls."

        "Ouch."

        "That was my first thought—but I have confidence in you, Liv. And I have a question."

        "Hmm?"

        "Were you comfortable shooting with Harry Styles?"

        Oh, I was comfortable all right. "Yep."

        "Great. Because he's the photographer."

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        Bridezilla is in full force. Her new catering company has just gone bust, leaving her with no food for the wedding. Again. She's currently yelling angrily into the phone at the owner, who called to inform her of the bad news.

        Bad news. Yep. Try rephrasing that to catastrophic.

        "Do you think she's on her period?" Harry whispers.

        I snort. "No. She doesn't have them." He raises an eyebrow at me, and I pull my hoodie down my arm. I tap the inside of my upper arm. "Implant. Stops them."

        "You don't get periods?""What part of 'stops them' is hard for you to understand?"

        "We're eloping," Dayton announces, throwing the phone on the sofa. It bounces onto the floor. "We'll disappear somewhere and get married in secret, and these useless companies can go fuck themselves."

        "And there's the control freak," I mutter.

        Harry covers his hand with his mouth.

        "Day, sweetheart." Aaron runs his hands down her arms and soothes her. "We can find someone else to do the food. We have plenty of time."

        "Right." She snorts. "Because you'd hate it if we ran off this weekend to get married."

        "I can't say I'm averse to the idea, but I know that's not what you want. You want it all, so I'm giving you it all. Yes, it's hard work, but it'll be worth it in the end."

        "Do you want a glass of wine?" Harry asks hesitantly.

        Dayton shoots him a hard look. I pat his thigh and cross to the bar. Opening the cupboard, I run my eyes over the bottles until I find a bottle of tequila.

        Bingo, baby.

        I pour her two shots' worth into a glass. I nudge Aaron out of the way and hand her the glass.

        She drains it in one go, turning around to put the glass on the bar.

        "Blech." She screws her face up and shivers. "Thank you."