They can live the life they define.

They can live the life they define. by pinklipstiiick featuring a p c jeans

“Where the hell is the other model?”

“She was here 30 minutes early, we finished her and sent her to wardrobe.”

“They weren’t ready for me yet," Chloe chipped in with a smirk on her gorgeous face, tying her robe only after I caught a glimpse of the lacy lingerie she had on. I had to resist the urge to groan, telling myself that I was immune to stunning women in lingerie... which really, I was around on a daily basis and should be used to by now. I was only a man though. “Who am I shooting with?”

“That would be me,” Amalie's voice filled the room, her English accent strong and sexy. With Chloe's fair skin and blonde hair with blue eyes, she had chocolate skin and eyes like honey. The contrast between the two of them would be stunning. It was moments like this where I was proud of myself, that I was actually creating something visually beautiful.

“Good choice," Chloe said, smiling as Amalie sat down in the makeup artists chair.

“Did you doubt me?” I asked, biting back a smile since I liked when someone appreciated me doing a job well done. I was a casting director and it wasn't every day that someone gave me a pat on the back.

She looked back at me, “You doubt me all the time.”

The photographers assistant walked up to her before I had the chance to retort, “Miss Lindsell since you’re free could you do some test shots with the male model for the spread? Just lighting you don’t need to be dressed.”

She nodded and I followed the two of them, up to a hill overlooking a garden. “The males aren’t here yet, they’re not doing the whole shoot!” Someone called out and the photographer groaned.

“You!” He pointed at me.

“What?” I asked, raising a brow.

“You’re shaped like a model get in there so I can see how the light bounces off Miss Lindsell with a man behind her,” He said in a thick French accent while I shook my head, trying to remind myself why I chose today of all days to show up. Right. Sleeping with Evie, I got pulled into doing shit like this all the time.

“No no. I'm not a model,” I tried to argue back.

The photographer groaned and grabbed me by the shirt, “Well I'm not asking you to be! Just stand there and hold the pretty girl to you. Can’t be that bad huh?” He literally shoved me behind Chloe, “I said HOLD her! The light makes a different shadow if you just stand there like a tree!” He shouted, running around with the lighting like a mad man.

I cursed under my breath as my arms wrapped slowly around the blondes waist, her silk clad body resting against me. “Sorry," She whispered, slightly arching her back against me.

Her ass was resting against my dick, my hand moving to her waist and grasping it tightly. Would she notice if I moved her just ever so slightly? She took a step away from me, obviously noticing and taking offense to it. Oh well. The way she was rubbing against me? It was only a disaster waiting to happen. "You don't need to apologize," I said seriously, her back arched in an uncomfortable looking pose as it leaned against my chest.

"You should be the one apologizing instead," She whispered, her robe still tied together but with this new pose, I got a great view down it. The black lace peeking out of the top, it lead to more lace... my hands itched to pull on the strings to get a better view.

"What did I do?" I asked, moving my eyes to the photographer who was still moving all around.

Chloe's head flipped over her shoulder, an eyebrow raised as my eyes met hers. They were so blue, a lot like her brothers only lighter and bigger. "Are you kidding?" She asked, looking straight again. My eyes went back to her chest, the bra she had on making her breasts look really perky. I might not be her biggest fan, but Chloe Lindsell had a perfect body... her breasts. They looked fucking flawless. Much like her ass. "Do you like what you see?" She asked and pressed her ass up against me again, this time I groaned audibly.

"Chloe," I said flatly and grabbed her hip again, keeping her in place before she could rub up against me again.

A smirk played on her lips as she tilted her head away from mine, "I've thought about making you groan before... but usually in those thoughts, we're both naked and I'm on top of you."

I sucked in a breath and shook my head, trying not to imagine that. "Hold her," The photographer yelled again, "If I wanted you manhandling her waist? I'd tell you that."

I narrowed my eyes on the small French man, wrapping my arms back around her waist. "You're proving my point again," I said quietly, Chloe's head tilting back to look at me with a brow raised. "You're being unprofessional."

“Says the man whos erection is pressing against my ass," She retorted, her ass still pressed firmly against me. What did she expect?

"My god you two is it so hard to pretend like you like each other for two minutes?!? It’s just lighting!!!”

“I'm not a fucking model….” I muttered under my breath and shook my head.

Chloe let out a breath and arched against me again, leaning her head back and breathing against my neck. I wrapped my hand around her stomach, accidentally pulling her robe apart slightly. “Better,” He praised us for trying.

“Are you wearing cologne?” She asked, staring at the scruff on my neck.

“Let me guess…it’s overpowering and making you nauseous? Well joke’s on you because I'm not wearing anything," I replied, looking back down at her, our mouths so close together.

“Actually, I was going to say you smell really good," She said softly, taking a second to stare into my eyes.

I tightened my hold on her, getting distracted by the way she was looking at me and almost missing the way my thumb kept moving up and down on her stomach. I stopped moving my hand, setting my palm flat against the silk covering her skin. Her skin looked like silk, so smooth and creamy.

"I'm here," A voice announced, British and really breathy. Evie walked onto the set and I pulled away from Chloe, knowing that I was doing nothing wrong but still feeling like it. I mean, we weren't exclusive... but I was hard. "Sorry, traffic was awful," She smiled at Chloe and brushed past her to plant a soft kiss against my lips. "Are you modeling for me today?" She grinned, still pressed against me and making me wonder if she could feel my erection. God the games girls played.

"No," I grinned and kissed her against, chastely since we had an audience. "I was just checking in, but I have to get going."

"Stay," She said with a pout. "Please."

Amalie walked out, head to toe Lanvin. Her hair was swept up in an edgy style, making Chloe look like a classic beauty in comparison. "I'll stay," I said with a smile, noticing Chloe rolling her eyes from behind Evie.

"Good," She grinned back then turned to look at the blonde, "Didn't they fit you? Is there a problem with your wardrobe?"

“No we were just...” I started.

“I have perfect lighting!!!” The photographer called out giving us a thumbs up.

“Checking the lighting," Chloe finished as Evie smirked.

“Photographers. They’re either womanizers or a little loopy. It’s a strange combo,” She said before grabbing Chloe's hand, “Come on I’ll fit you myself.”

I watched the two of them from the corner of my eye as Amalie started speaking about her next job. It was weird, but my attention was elsewhere, wondering what the other two women were talking about since I was 90% sure it was about me.

"What do you say?" She cut into my thoughts, her eyes studying my expression as I looked at her. "The Armani ad?"

I nodded, "You'll be a perfect fit. Excuse me please, we're running behind and I need to check on the -"

"Of course," She cut me off with a knowing look that even I didn't understand.

I turned away from Amalie and walked across the set, peaking my head into the makeshift wardrobe room, finding the two of them bonding, “Are you making the dress now Evie?”

She shook her head, “We’re ready. Chloe was just turning down my offer for a threesome with us.” She gave a fake pout as I struggled not to widen my eyes anymore than they already were. Before I could say anything, Evie handed her a pair of heels and clapped her hands together. “All right! Showtime!”

Chloe walked out to the set, the silk dress clinging to her curves like a second skin. It looked made for her, the bright teal color decadent and stunning. Her eyes looked intense. She practically floated her way over to Amalie, edgy and beautiful in a darker colored gown. An assistant turned on some music and the models fell into place together.

I moved my eyes from Amalie to Chloe, feeling actual respect for her since she was a good model. Her gaze locked on mine and I felt half tempted to look away, but I held the gaze instead.

“Beautiful Chloe!!! Just like that whatever you’re thinking your expression is perfect! Amalie a little to the left….ahh! Gold!” The photographer shouted out, snapping away. “We’ve got it! Come back with the second outfits in 30!”

Chloe pulled back and walked up to the food table to grab some water, I found myself following a few steps behind her. “You did good," I said and she turned around, looking up at me and smiling genuinely.

“I tried," She replied, taking a croissant off the table and biting into it while I cocked a brow at her. “I’ll work it off at the gym later!”

I smirked and nodded my head, “I'm sure you will. Most models would just skip it though.”

She shrugged, “I like food. And I like working out. Luckily the two go well together.” I nodded my head and she let out a sigh, "Do you always answer with short responses or am I particularly lucky and you just hate me?"

"I don't hate you," I said honestly, feeling a grin play on my lips. "And my last response? I believe I used ten words."

She stared at me with a glare before a smile appeared on her own lips, her head shaking a little as she kept her eyes on me. "So you don't hate me, but you don't like me?" She bit into her bottom lip, trying to conceal her contagious grin as she stepped closer to me, "Do you realize how hot the sex would be?"

A sharp breath escaped me because honestly? I had thought about it... usually in the shower, but still. The reasons why I wouldn't ever get involved with Chloe Lindsell? They seemed endless. The fact that she was my best friends kid sister was at the top of that list and losing a friend over a one night stand definitely wasn't worth it. "Chloe," I said flatly, nearly jumping when a body pressed against my back and lips were on my neck.

"I'm staying at the Four Seasons if you're not busy afterwards," Evie whispered, pulling away from me as one of the assistants called out her name from across the room. "Bloody hell, I have to do everything."

Chloe lifted a brow and kept grinning, "I wonder what would happen if I said yes to a threesome with you two."

"I've never had a threesome, don't plan on one anytime soon," I said flatly, my mind now on the two of them together. Fuck.

"No? Bad at focusing your attention or are you a good boy?" She asked quietly, kind of like this were some sort of game for her.

"Do I seem like a good boy to you, Chloe?" I asked seriously, my eyes flicking down to her cleavage. Without even realizing it, I brushed a few crumbs away, "That gowns worth more than you're getting paid. It'd be a good idea if you changed before eating."

“More than I'm getting paid?” She smirked, “Doubtful. Plus it was a gift from your girlfriend. She said I looked so amazing in it it would be a sin not to give it to me.”

I widened my eyes but recovered quickly, “She’s-“

She held up a hand, “Not your girlfriend. Yes yes.” She took a step closer to me and tilted her head to the side, blonde hair cascading over her shoulders,

“You’ve really never had a threesome?”

I shook my head, “Nope.”

She made a face and shrugged, “You seem like the type.”

“I'm not very good at sharing," I said simply, the same monotonous voice that I used whenever I was around her.

“Your girls are though," She smirked and I ran my tongue over my lips, trying to think of what to say as sje leaned even closer tome . “I'm with you though…I like focusing on one person. How that person feels, how I make them feel…..exactly how to drive them crazy….that’s the best part," She almost whispered the last sentence.

“Chloe…” I trailed off as she widened her eyes, looking innocent when she was the complete opposite. More like one hell of a tease, no wonder most guys never stood a chance with her. It was obvious why her brother wanted me to stay away from her.

“You say my name a lot.”

“You make me have to warn you a lot," I said instead, swallowing thickly and taking a step away from her. With all those steps she took, she was a few inches from being all over me. I could feel the heat radiating off her fit body, her perfume distracting enough.

“It’s probably a good thing I said no to Evie’s offer. Like I said I only like to focus on one person. You’d get totally left out," She winked at me and then headed back in the direction of wardrobe.

My eyes followed her and before I knew it, my feet were too. It was like I couldn't help myself, she drove me fucking nuts and I honest to god couldn't stand her half the time, but still, she intrigued me. I walked into the room where she disappeared, finding her bending over with her back to me, her body naked except for a thong that wasn't much more than a scrap of fabric. A groan escaped me as she tossed her head over her shoulder, stepping into a dress while the not so better part of me wished she'd turn around so I could see more of that body.

"Did you come to argue more or are you here to zip me up," She stood up and my eyes moved down her back to where the zipper was wide open, still showing off her ass. She bit her lip and cocked a brow, motioning towards her back, "You can stare all you'd like, but it's not going to zip itself..."

"I didn't know you were changing," I said unintelligently but stepped closer to her, zipping the dress up slowly and hearing her suck in a breath.

"You didn't like what you saw?" She asked quietly, keeping her head turned and her blue eyes on me. I narrowed my eyes as she sighed, "You don't need to like me... but if you like what you see-"

"Have some self respect," I cut her off, feeling bad after I said it. "That didn't come out right."

"Ouch," She said and tore her eyes away from me, her body moving a second later as she searched for her shoes. Usually this woman held her own, said shitty things right back to me, but right now? She just looked drained, like I'd struck a nerve.

"I didn't mean it," I tried, standing in the same place and watching her pull her heels on one at a time.

"No?" She asked and still wouldn't look at me. "It just slipped out? Am I the only one you're such an asshole to?"

I parted my lips, having been called an asshole plenty of times. I hated to admit it, but I took after my dad in that sense. I was an asshole, I could say that it came with my job title, but nope, it was me. "I'm sorry," I said instead of answering her questions.

“No. You’re not. If you were sorry you’d change," She said seriously, taking a step closer to me in her sky high heels. “You know I like assholes. I'm super attracted to them. Nearly every single guy I’ve been with has been one. It’s a character flaw I guess. But you know what?” She swallowed, pausing for a dramatic effect. “I think I'm done with you.” I didn’t say anything, flinching only slightly when she reached her hand up and ran her fingers through my hair. She slid a hand down my neck, running her thumb over my lips and then moving her hand down my chest before pulling away. “You really are one of the most gorgeous men I’ve ever seen….and that’s saying something," She admitted, stepping back. “I give up. You don’t have to worry about me anymore.”

I blinked in confusion, it sounding more like a break up than anything.

She grabbed her water bottle, “I mean you still have to worry about my career, but we pay you for that," She winked and walked out of the room, turning left before I realized she was heading the wrong way.

“Chloe,” I found myself yelling out.

She turned and gave me a half hearted smile, “You know if you keep following me it’s going to give me seriously mixed signals.”

I swallowed and stared at her for a few seconds, wishing I could read her mind since she came off as such a hardass, stubborn princess, but the rest of the time? She looked so broken. “The next shoot is to your right," I said finally and she nodded.

“Oh I know. I think I'm going to take a few minutes to myself.” She ran her tongue over her lips as the wind blew her hair over her face and she pushed it away, “You know ….try to find some of that self-respect you were talking about.”