We have rules. We should stick to them.” Roman crossed his arms, glancing at the other models as they shuffled through the door then disappeared into the studio. Glade wanted all of the models to do some collective shots—without their partners standing watch. Allow the photographer more creative latitude, the older man had said. Roman called it fucking bullshit and just another opportunity for Nick to fondle their girl. Scarlet smiled, moving into his embrace. She wrapped her arms around his neck, lightly scratching his nape. “It’s a group session. All the models are in there, not just me. I’ll be fine. There’s no way this creep can take out all of us together—not in the way he has been. Besides, I’m better than that.” “I’m not doubting you.” He clenched his jaw. “But if anything happened…” She nodded, leaning her head against his chest, seemingly content just to stay in his arms. He tightened his hold, trying to breathe past the thick feeling constricting his heart.
