Take the Shot

(M/M/F) Carrie Trent has just become the photographer for a gay porn film company where committed couple Cal and Scotty are the stars — the stars of the company and of every fantasy Carrie has. And now she has to be on-set to photograph them while they have sex in a multitude of different moods and positions.

It’s driving her absolutely insane. She loves them, she really does, but her heart just can’t take being on the outside looking in. Carrie can’t quit, though, because the loan shark she thought was an old family friend wants his money right damn now and she just doesn’t have it.

Now her beautiful, sexy men are making her wonder if they’re really gay or maybe a little bit, just-for-her bi, and her financial troubles are pushing her down a really dangerous road. She’s not good at asking for help, but she’s not going to get out of her money mess on her own.

I arrived at the bedroom and, through the open door, saw a blond lounging on the bed, but he wasn’t Cal.

Tall, broad-shouldered, blue-eyed, and bulging with muscles described the golden god that was Scotty Shadwell. He was the reason I was here. Scotty and I had bumped into each other at the reunion, and he’d told me about this film company he worked for that had an opening in the office. I could get my foot in the door, he’d said, and see where it took me. Later he’d had a good long laugh at my expense when I’d discovered the nature of the films Steele Pictures actually produced. We were back to being friends like we had been in high school, but I ached for him just as much as for Cal. Damn them both.

“Hi,” I said, trying not to gawk at the perfection of him. Thank God he still wore a pair of gray boxer briefs, or I might’ve been toes-up on the carpet in a dead faint.

“Hi,” he said, grinning. “So did you finally kill Brad to get out of doing any more paperwork?”

I rolled my eyes at him. “Tom said he got promoted into marketing.”

“So is this a promotion for you?”

I knew he was thinking of the financial woes I’d shared with him a few days ago. I had twenty-five dollars to my name until payday, and that wasn’t until Friday. All Scotty knew was that I was in debt and trying to pay it off. He didn’t know the rest.

I blushed now, though, and admitted, “I actually didn’t ask if this was a promotion or something temporary.”

“That eager to get away from the office, huh?”

“Here’s hoping I don’t screw this up and have to go back.”

Man, he was beautiful. Cal was kind of androgynous when he wanted to be, but Scotty was all big, strong, masculine man. Laid out on the bed, one arm thrown up beside his head, legs relaxed and spread, he looked like an ad for…well, really hot porn. Cal and I had concurred more than once that Scotty would make an excellent cover model for our romance novels. Here Scotty was with the white of the bedspread making his tan skin honey colored, and he was already semi-hard beneath those gray briefs.

Yeah, it worked for me.