Free Aberration by Iris Blaire

only time I ever photographed Evan and Dallas having actual sex, Jaime was in the room with me. I wonder if it's going to become a thing, like some weird foursome.
    "Okay, so Evan's going to play the virgin character."
    "Again?" she groans.
    Dallas smiles, amused at her whining. Evan gets stuck as the virginal character in almost all of her shoots. Fans love when she plays that role. She hates it. I know she wants Delilah's shoots. Fans love Delilah portraying a sex goddess. It must be the red hair.
    Poor Rylan Willow can't shake her good-girl persona.
    Evan rolls her eyes when she realizes I'm being serious. "I'm so tired of being a cliché."
    I hold up a finger. "First of all, in case you've forgotten your professor-student shoot, readers love clichés." I add a second finger. "And second, the two of you have created a brand with yourselves, and it's what readers are expecting. I can't let them down. ”
    "She has a point," says Dallas. I think he just wants to get to the screwing.
    Jaime helps me fine tune the lighting as Dallas and Evan set up the bed. To be honest, the scene is corny as all hell, but Dallas and Evan always find a way to make it work. Evan sprawls out across the silk comforter, dressed in only a sheer tank top and panties. I wish Andrea were already here so she could outline while I shoot, like we usually do. I throw a notebook toward Jaime. "Keep notes."
    He stares at it like I just tossed him an alligator. "The fuck?"
    "Keep notes. Like what they do. Things you would... I don't know, put into a story. The way Evan sounds or the motions Dallas makes."
    He raises an eyebrow slowly. "You want me to study their fucking and take notes ."
    "Is that a problem?" I challenge.
    He narrows his eyes. I know he won't give in. "Not at all. Just making sure we're on the same page."
    I turn back to the models and relay what I want them to do. Evan rolls her eyes an uncountable amount of times, but doesn't argue. We're a team, and this is a job, regardless of how unvirginal she is in real life.
    If more people know about mine and Evan's relationship, they'd think we were so weird. Maybe even disturbing. I mean, I make a living seeing my BFF in vulnerable and naked positions, and I enjoy it.
    People need to take a chill pill when it comes to sex.
    Dallas disrupts Evan from her innocent lounging and begins to strip her slowly. And she, like she hasn't been living with him for the past year and screwing him every morning, becomes drunk by his touch. He nibbles at her neck and she coyly succumbs, and Dallas tugs off the rest of her clothes.
    "See, this is artful," Jaime remarks. I glance at him, and he has his pencil pressed to his lip thoughtfully. "If you went with the whole sorority-fraternity thing, a frat boy wouldn't be so subtle. He'd be douchier. Less sexy."
    "Are you calling me sexy?" Dallas asks.
    "Focus," I order.
    "He has a point," Evan says, gasping in between her words as Dallas slips a hand between her legs.
    I let them keep working, moving around the bed to change up my angles. "You're stereotyping frat boys. I'm sure some are sexy."
    Sexy, yes. Dallas sexy, not so sure. There's a reason I hired him. There's also the fact that he's intelligent, educated, and knows how to treat a girl right. Guys like that rarely exist in undergrad.
    But if the fantasy is played out, and the fantasy sells, maybe more guys will strive to be that way.
    "What's so funny?" Evan asks. They're both totally naked now, sprawled out on the bed. Evan must have caught my smile and thought she was doing something wrong.
    I shake my head. "Nothing. Just striving to change the world through porn is all."

CHAPTER SEVEN

    When I arrive back home with Cam, the house is silent. It's nearly midnight and I know Mom and Dad must be asleep.
    I check my email before heading to bed. I have a message from my publicist gushing about interest we've received so far from the media.
    You could potentially be a game-changer in this industry , the email