Page 13 of Just for the Cameras
Not sure what his deal is, but he seems like a goody-two-shoes. Someone who will do what he’s told without a complaint. I hate that kind of person.
“You know, I was thinking,” OC says, clearly not reading the room. “Since we’re all going to be in this together, don’t you think we should start a group chat?”
“No,” I answer as I look around. “What are we doing just standing here?”
“We were told to wait. Our zookeepers are coming to grab us,” Bennett says while he leans against the fence.
Huh, so he does have a voice.
“Back to the group chat,” OC answers. “I think it would be beneficial—”
“What is your deal?” I ask, turning toward him. “Read the fucking room, man. We don’t want to be here. Don’t make it worse by wanting to start a group chat.”
“Bennett was into it.”
I glance over at Bennett, who just shrugs.
“Well, then keep it a duo,” I reply just as Maple and two other zookeepers step out of the building.
There she is.
My chest constricts as she heads in my direction, my eyes betraying me as they slowly work their way up her legs, over the curve of her hips, and right to her stunning face, where they remain.
And just like the first time I met her, the back of my neck heats up as I’m greeted with a soft, unsure smile.
She’s…gorgeous.
Breathtaking.
Not at all what I expected when I was told I would be working at the zoo. I had pictured in my head that I would be working with an old crotch of a man who was a fan but had an opinion on how I could improve my defensive line.
Since the moment I met her, I’ve wished she would transform into an older man with nose hair, but instead, I get her…beautifully stunningher.
The other two zookeepers flank her sides; one is a tall man in khaki shorts, a sun-stained green polo, and a safari hat with the strings closedin tight under his chin. The other zookeeper is younger like Maple, but with a short pixie haircut, brown hair, and a fanny pack around her waist.
Safari hat speaks first. “You ready, Mr. O’Connor?”
“Dude, call me OC.” He pats the tall guy on the back. “I’m more than ready. Bring me to those giraffes.”
I hold back an intense eye roll. Not sure what glitter bomb crawled up his ass, but I plan on staying far away.
“Ready, Bennett?” the other zookeeper says as she pulls some ChapStick out of her fanny pack and coats her lips.
“Yup.” Bennett heads in her direction, leaving me with Maple.
Just like the other day, she’s wearing a pair of khaki pants, a green polo, and hiking boots, with her blond hair pulled back into a high ponytail, the loose strands braided. Her jet-black eyelashes highlight her electric blue eyes, while her cheeks are sun-kissed with a pink hue. There’s a spot on either side of her mouth where it seems like she has dimples, but from the scowl in her glare, I’m going to guess I won’t be able to find out if that’s true or not.
Not that I would want to.
Sure, she easily has one of the prettiest faces I’ve ever seen, and one hell of a curvy body, but that means nothing because she holds the key to my torture. And from the set in her shoulders and the attitude brimming in her body language, I can tell she’s going to have fun torturing me.
“Do I need to call you Mr. St. John, or can I just call you Graydon?”
I push off the fence and move toward her. “And here I thought you were going to call me douche bag.”
“Don’t tempt me,” she answers. Yup, she’s ripe.
I offer up one insult to a flock of fucking birds and now she has a vendetta against me?
