Chapter 69

“Freddy’s just as control-freaky as Vienne was,” she said. Outside the door, she kissed him goodbye, adding, “Have a great shoot.”

“Wait, aren’t you going to stay?” Suddenly, Quinn felt uneasy.

“I trust you. I trust Elliott. Besides, if I stay, I might embarrass myself.”

“Now I’m really nervous.”

“Don’t be. Hey, what you said to me: You can do this.”

But Quinn had never done anything like this before. His previous shoots for Elliott would seem tame in comparison. Maybe he was just a male slut punishing himself—for what? For not measuring up to others’ and his own expectations? Maybe he was a supreme narcissist for thinking anyone would want to see arty nudes of him. (He remembered the ribbings he’d gotten from his teammates over his previous photo shoots.) Or maybe he was just a guy in love trying to prove something to the guy he loved. All he knew was that he was a long way from Misalliance.