CHAPTER 24 My Turn

　　Travis Turner sat rigid in his office chair, the glow of his computer screen illuminating the tightness in his jaw. He had been scrolling through his social media feed when Camila's latest post caught his eye, igniting a simmering annoyance within him. She was looking for a model for her upcoming art project - a task that would require intimate proximity, a thought Travis found himself unexpectedly protective over.

　　"Can't believe she didn't just ask me," he muttered under his breath, his fingers hovering over the keyboard. With each passing second, the idea of another man standing close to Camila, being the focus of her artistic gaze, twisted uncomfortably in his gut.

　　"Hey, what's eating you?" His own voice echoed in the empty room, a stark reminder that he was alone with his brewing irritation.