Bear Shapeshifter Romance: Her Bears' Desires (Shapeshifter Werebear Romance)(BBW Paranormal Bear Shifter Romance)(Shapeshifter Menage Romance) by Callie Hartwood Page B

Solberg?" he asked, peering at her curiously.
     
    "Yes, I'm fine," she answered. Now that the bizarre magnetism had broken once again with Mack, she slowly found herself coming back to reality, able to think clearly again.
     
    Taking a deep breath, Jazzy met with the two women who made up the costume and makeup couple, and they fitted her with a forest fairy-style leotard with fabric flowers running up in streams across its front. After applying her makeup and resting a pretty wreath over her blond crown, Jazzy stepped over to the rocks and waited for Mack's instruction. Although she'd had practice modeling before, every photographer was different, and she didn't want to barge right on set without any particular direction.
     
    "Go ahead and take a seat on the blanket on the biggest stone. We'll run through a few practice frames to see how the camera likes you, then go from there. Just go ahead and give me the poses you think capture your beauty the best," Mack directed.
     
    Jazzy took her place on the blanket that kept her exposed thighs from burning on the hot rock, and then took a deep breath. Mack moved to his camera, and she ran through her favorite positions as the sounding snaps of the photos mingled with the birds chirping all around them.
     
    "So how long have you been a model?" Mack asked after the practice round was over.
     
    Embarrassment suddenly rose as a knot in Jazzy's stomach. Truthfully, she'd never been a model until now. This was her first successful job. Did she tell the truth? Or did she lie? Figuring lying was probably a bad idea; she swallowed her anxiety to answer him.
     
    "Actually, this is my first official job. I... haven't been very successful."
     
    "Really?" Mack wondered as he placed a filter over his camera lens. "That surprises me. You're a natural."
     
    The compliment swelled Jazzy with pride. She knew she could do it! And a compliment coming from such and entrancing, handsome guy? Some deep part of her hoped this all wasn't some big, elaborate joke.
     
    "Thank you. That's the first time anyone's ever said that to me."
     
    Mack glanced up from his camera after taking another frame, and his eyes met hers in a spark again. He gave a subtle smile, and the smoky expression on his face turned Jazzy's cheeks pink. "Well then I suppose they don't know what true beauty looks like."
     
    The comment left Jazzy in a swirl of dreamy emotions for the rest of the shoot. After that, she couldn't recall which poses she'd used, but Mack's satisfied expression as he clicked through the pictures on his laptop proved to her that he liked what he saw.
     
    "Maybe we can talk about some possible future shoots," said Mack, glancing up from his monitor to gaze at her.
     
    Victor took her hand to help her off the rock so that she could go dress back down into her street clothing. "You mean... You'd like me to be your model full time?"
     
    He nodded as she walked behind the set up curtain and let the costume seamstress helped her out of the leotard.
     
    "What do you say to a discussion over dinner in Mountain Pass?" Mack's voice filtered past the blockade. "I have a favorite bistro there."
     
    Jazzy smiled, fitting back into her regular clothing and thanking the seamstress for help. "Sure, that sounds great. What time?"
     
    Mack watched her walk out from behind the curtain. His intent stare caused her body to tingle. "Five o'clock tomorrow night. I'll meet you at Carboni's."
     
    Her smile widened some, and she nodded. "I'll look forward to it."
     
    On the way back to her car, Jazzy didn't stop beaming. Her first shoot had been a complete success. Not only that, but now she would work full time with two of the most attractive men she'd ever met? It was unbelievable, and practically a dream come true.
     
    Victor was charming and nice to admire, but there was something about Mack's electric gaze and almost hungry expression that gave Jazzy butterflies. They danced in a swarm in her stomach, and didn't