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“We can’t just stop a shoot like this early,” Andi says, shaking her head. “Contracts have been signed! This company is expecting more than just prints for posters or magazine spreads. Their campaign includes video, and we haven’t even touched that yet!”

“Well, who else do we have to direct things if not the photographer?” Leo murmurs, his voice low.

“I mean, I could do it?” Andi says, her voice coming out far less authoritative than her previous statements about the expectations for this campaign.

“Really? You’d do that?” Leo asks, his brows drawing up in surprise.

Her mouth opens and closes, the surprise written clear as day across her expression. Almost like she’s confused why Leo asked if she would do it and not could she really do it.

“I can—I can try?” she says, running a nervous hand through her hair.

My eyes catch on the motion. It betrays just how big this is to her. She hasn’t touched her hair since the stylist sprayed it with what must’ve been half a can of hairspray to keep the curls intact.

“Let’s do it,” I chime in, reaching out and grasping her shoulders, gently digging my thumbs into the tense muscle and massaging.

She stiffens at first before melting into my touch, a soft sound of pleasure slipping past her lips.

Fuck.

Wow.

I like that.

Maybe too much.

“Hmmm,” she hums, her eyes fluttering shut. “You guys aren’t even going to ask me if I know what I’m doing?”

“Well, you’ve been on plenty of these sets before, so you’re the most equipped out of all of us to figure this out.”

“I know a thing or two about film and videography,” she whispers, her eyes still closed. “Don’t tell my mom.”

“Consider my lips sealed,” I murmur into her ear, taking the opportunity to lean down so close her hair tickles my nose.

“It’s not like this shoot could get any worse than it already is,” Leo comments. “I’ll go get Eli on board. Let’s have him deal with the photographer and that pesky manager of yours.”

“Okay,” Andi nods, her eyes fluttering open.

The lazy smile she flashes up at me steals my breath away.

I should find more excuses to massage her. She does have an awful lot of tension in her shoulders. It’ll need continuous work to get rid of. I’d just be helping her out. With absolutely one-hundred percent pure, altruistic intentions.

CHAPTER 13

Andromeda

What in the world is going on?

“You listen here and you listen good,” Elijah growls, getting into Stephan’s face. “You’re not in charge here anymore, you got that? You’re gonna listen to Andromeda’s instructions or else.”

“Excuse me,” Stephan scoffs. “I don’t know what those omegas told you⁠—”

“They didn’t have to tell me jack shit,” Elijah says menacingly. He pitches his voice down to the point where I can’t hear what he’s saying.

“Does he do that often?” I murmur, glancing up at Beck, who’s staring at Elijah with a look that’s an even mix of pride and attraction.

I mean, I don’t blame him.

Having Elijah’s intensity directed at something other than me is a pretty nice sight. Especially since he’s technically channeling his alpha-ness in defense of me.