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Dedication

Thanks to J&V for the inspiration,

and to Danielle and Ailene for editorial prowess.

Dedicated to everyone who‟s ever told me to

“write more, dammit!”

Model Student | Shae Connor

Model Student

“ O KAY , turn to the left…. Shift your left leg that way too….

Yeah, that‟s great. Hold it, hold it….”

Aaron Stevens bit back a yawn and tried not to blink too

often. Strong eyes, sexy pout, slight slouch. After two years

of this, he could almost do it in his sleep, which was good,

considering he was a half step away from dozing off. One too

many late nights in a row plus a last-minute call for this

shoot added up to one very, very groggy model.

“Okay!” The photographer, Owen, lowered his camera

and pointed at his assistant. “Last setup, guys. Let‟s get

moving.”

Aaron sighed and walked over to the small wardrobe

area to his left, peeling off his jacket. He shot a tired smile at

the wardrobe assistant, Aimee, and stepped behind the

screens set up to provide him with a tiny bit of privacy. Not

that it mattered. Models at every level learned quickly that

modesty was a hindrance. Catalog work like this might not

compare with high fashion, but after the first time he‟d

posed in a thong, Aaron got past being shy on the set.

Thankfully, today was about fall suits, not skimpy

underwear. He shucked off the navy blue pin-striped slacks

and exchanged them for the cuffed gray ones hanging next

on the rack, checking himself in the full-length mirror as he

zipped up. Deep blue eyes stared back at him, and as he

often did, he considered his features: strong jawline, slightly

Model Student | Shae Connor

too-large nose, wide mouth, clear but imperfect skin. His

dark brown wavy hair had been styled into a smooth,

professional look to match his clean-shaven face. He knew

he wasn‟t bad-looking by any means, but he sometimes

wondered why everyone else seemed to think the disparate

parts he saw added up to a near-perfect whole.

He shook off his thoughts. No time for navel-gazing

when he had a job to do. White long-sleeved dress shirt and

black dress shoes, a quick touchup from hair and makeup,

and he was back in front of the camera, flipping the gray suit

coat up over one shoulder as instructed.

A sudden flurry of voices near the doorway caught his

attention for a second, and he cursed his lack of

concentration when Owen sighed. “Sorry,” he said, sliding

back into position.

“Not a problem,” Owen said. “Long day for everyone.

Just a few more and we can get out of here.”

“Great.” Aaron pictured his bed and tried not to grin in

relief at the thought. He had the next day free and planned

to spend it sleeping late and doing as little as possible.

An unfamiliar face came into his line of vision. Two of

them, actuallya short redhead and a taller blond, both

men who looked around his age. Anyone who worked in the

industry learned quickly to judge both ages and sizes

quickly, and Aaron was no exception. Given a closer look

and a few more minutes, he could probably come up with

their clothing and shoe sizes too.

The redhead spoke to the photographer‟s assistant,

Annie, and she shot him a quick smile and nodded. The boys

stepped back a few feet, the redhead watching Owen.

Model Student | Shae Connor

The blond, on the other hand, chose to watch Aaron.

Aaron refocused on the camera. He tucked his hands

into his pockets, tilted his head back, parted his lips. He

shifted his weight from one foot to the other between frames,

turned his head to the right, tilted it back down.

As far as Aaron could tell without looking at him

directly, the blond guy never moved an inch, never stopped

staring at Aaron.

Even though he didn‟t always understand it, Aaron

knew he had a certain look that worked for some people, a

body that wore clothes well. Making his living off that didn‟t

stop him from feeling gawky and out of place a lot of the

time, like the teenager he‟d been until a few months earlier.

Still, he was getting used to stares, used to people watching

him.

He wasn‟t used to this kind of scrutiny.

The blond wasn‟t a photographer, didn‟t seem to be

scouting him for a job, wasn‟t in the audience at a runway

show. This man seemed to be studying him like a puzzle he

couldn‟t figure out, like he was trying to see right through

his skin and into his soul.

Aaron was unnerved. He tried not to let it show.

“Okay, we‟re done! Thanks, everyone! Great job, Aaron!”

Owen set the camera aside for the last time, and the various

assistants in the room broke into a smattering of applause.

Aaron relaxed, smiled, and headed over to wardrobe one last

time, more than ready to exchange the suit for his own

clothes.

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