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Getting prepared wasn't hard at all, since being beautiful has always been part of my job. The hardest thing right now is trying to breathe with Jackson's hand all over me, trying to make me look more fabulous for the shoot. Every touch gave me cold chills.
"I dress and beautify male models all the time. Why am I feeling this way and suddenly uncomfortable around him?" I wondered to myself.
"Now you look like a goddess," he complimented, which made my brown skin blush, and I saw shadows of Amanda grinning in every direction I looked.
The photoshoot came out well. He excelled in his job.
"I wonder what else he is good at," I thought to myself.
"Your tires are flattened. Jackson would have to drive you home," Amanda said, interrupting my thoughts.
"What!!" I shouted.