Now everyone was going to know about her and Grant, because when you sat in the makeup chair, Carlos gossiped about everyone he knew and what and who they were doing.
“So you came to see Katrina?” Carlos asked Grant. “How do you two know each other?”
Katrina got up. “I need to go get dressed. Take a walk with me,” she said to Grant. She kissed Carlos on the cheek. “Thank you for the makeup fix. We’ll chat later.”
“You can bet on it,” Carlos said, giving her the fingers to the eyes and back as she walked away.
Grant laid his hand on the small of her back as they walked, his touch burning through the thin material of her silk robe.
They walked down the hallway toward the dressing area.
“So … a hickey, huh?”
He couldn’t look more pleased with himself.
Men.
“You cannot tell anyone about us.”
He arched a brow. “Yeah? Why not?”
“Because you just … can’t. That’s why.”
He folded his arms over each other. “So I’m okay to fuck, but not bring out in public?”
She hurriedly looked around. “Oh, my God. Why would you think that?”
He laughed. “Relax. I know you’re working. I just wanted to watch since I had some free time. If you need me to leave, I can cut out.”
He was taking this so well. Probably a lot better than she would have if he’d said to her what she’d just said to him. She took a deep breath, then exhaled. “No. It’s okay. You can stay. Though frankly, I think you’ll find it boring. There’s a lot of standing around and resetting for the shoots. Well, you know. You’ve done this kind of thing before.”
“I don’t mind. And if I get bored, I’ll take off.”
She nodded. “All right. I have to go get dressed. My next shot is by the building. You’ll see us.”
“I think I can handle it.”
She went and met the staff, who dressed her, then her assistant led her outside.
“We’re ready for you, Katrina,” the photographer said. “I need you and Elliott here.”
She’d worked with Elliott before on other shoots. He was professional, always showed up on time and he sometimes brought his wife along to the exotic locations to take vacations. He was a really nice guy.
She smiled at him. “How’s it going?”
“Good. I just have the shoot today, then Sharma and I are heading out to St. Thomas.”
“Oh, such a great place for a shoot. I’m jealous.”
He grinned as they turned to face each other according to the photographer’s directions. “Yeah. We’re finally ready to settle down and make a baby, so I figure that’s the perfect place. I only shoot for three days, then we’re taking a week extra for ‘us’ time.”
She couldn’t help but smile at the thought. She laid her hand on his arm. “Aww. I hope it’s a great baby-making spot for the two of you.”
He grinned. “Me, too.”
The shoot went well. She and Elliott fell into an easy rhythm, laughing with each other as they posed together. She had on a hellaciously tough dress with a corset, so bending was difficult. Showcasing the dress was paramount, of course, as was setting a romantic mood. Elliott was as helpful as possible, and she was glad she had him as a partner for this segment.
All in all, it took about an hour and a half. By the time they were finished, her back was aching and she couldn’t wait to get out of the dress.
She kissed Elliott on the cheek and wished him and Sharma well on their baby-making vacation, then moved off toward the dressing area.
It was only then that she noticed Grant standing in the shade. He had put on dark sunglasses, which made him look tall, dark, and oh so dangerous.
She’d totally forgotten about him.
“You’re still here. I’m so sorry. I got caught up with work.”
“That’s what you’re supposed to do, isn’t it?” He picked up her hand and kissed the back of it. “You look beautiful, by the way.”
“This dress is a pain in the ass. The corset is tight as hell and I can hardly breathe. I don’t know why some woman would want to wear it on her wedding day.”
He laughed and walked with her toward the building they were using for dressing and makeup.
“So you’re more a get married in the courthouse kind of woman?”
She shrugged. “I’ve never given it any thought, to be honest.”
“Really? I thought wedding day stuff was something all women thought about from the time they were little girls.”