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Category: Erotica/Gay-Lesbian Erotica/Erotic Romance
Description: Male model Darien is offered a dream gig: a photo spread with famous rapper Orion. When he arrives at the studio and discovers Orion has mistaken him for a woman, Darien worries how the rapper will react. To Darien's surprise, and pleasure, Orion is interested in more than taking pictures.
eBook Publisher: Phaze, 2009
eBookwise Release Date: August 2009

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Available eBook Formats: OEBFF Format (IMP) [38 KB]
Words: 7322
Reading time: 20-29 min.

Darien always got excited when his agent called. He still couldn't believe he made a good living in Hollywood doing what he loved most, modeling. Everyone had told him there was no market for his look, but he proved them wrong. He was tall, willow-thin, and extremely feminine. He couldn't change what he was, and he hadn't tried. He loved looking pretty, but he wasn't a girl and didn't want to be. Some people didn't understand that, but he couldn't change the world. He was happy the way he was.

He was confused by the new assignment, though. A shoot with Orion? That was the last thing he'd expected, but Darien's agent told him that the famous rapper had negotiated his right to hand-pick the models, and his assistant had called directly. He headed for the address just off Melrose and checked in with the receptionist. She smiled and directed him to a studio on the fourth floor.

Since wardrobe was provided, he'd dressed simply--for him. He wore snug, very low-cut, strategically ripped jeans tucked into tall black boots with chunky heels. His shirt was black and silky, contrasting with the leather and chains of his jacket. His straight hair hung to his mid-back, and was a deep, glossy black that was darker than his natural color, but it suited him. His makeup was already done, and would only require a little adjustment for the color of the lights and some powder.

He was ready.

He pushed open the thick, translucent glass of the studio door and came face to face with a very large, bald man with a clipboard. The man's voice rumbled, "Name?"

Darien gave his name and the man consulted his list. "Through there. Find Mary."

Darien nodded and hurried past the mountain of a man. The bodyguard's arms were thicker than Darien's entire body. It was a little intimidating, and a reminder that he was out of his depth here.

He rounded a corner and the pulsing beat he'd only noticed peripherally suddenly assaulted him head-on. He blinked and scanned the room while wincing at the volume of the rap music coming from huge speakers. Women in very little clothing and men wearing lots of chains surrounded him, until suddenly a matronly-looking woman materialized out of nowhere, looking even more out of place than Darien. She spoke, but Darien could only see her lips move.

"What?" he yelled.

The woman frowned, then pulled out a phone and shouted into it. Almost immediately the volume lowered to an almost acceptable level. At least Darien could hear her as she said, "You must be Darien. I'm Mary, Orion's assistant. Come this way to wardrobe." She smiled at him, looking a little nervous.

She hurried across the room and Darien followed, glancing around curiously and attracting a few stares in return. He wondered where the great Orion was. He probably wouldn't waltz in until later.

That was when he glanced forward to see the man himself directly in his path. He stopped in his tracks and swallowed nervously. Orion was taller than him, and much broader. His dark hair was cropped close to his head, and his eyes were like black, burning coals directed right at him. He spoke to his assistant but never looked away from Darien. Darien had never understood the phrase "deer in the headlights" until now.

He tried surreptitiously to take in the rapper's appearance. It wasn't Darien's type of music but he'd seen him in the tabloids. Those pictures didn't do him justice. His dark olive skin and features spoke of some mixed ancestry, and gave him a brooding, intense look. He wasn't as muscular as his bodyguards, but his arms and shoulders were chiseled and defined. Just right. His clothes were baggy so Darien couldn't see much more but he could practically smell the testosterone coming off him in waves.

Darien liked men. Especially straight, unattainable ones. He couldn't help it. Orion was a prime example.

Those eyes never left him, even as Mary clearly tried to explain something, but Orion waved her away and stepped closer to Darien.

He was sure he was about to be kicked out. Or worse.

Orion reached out and Darien tried not to flinch. Then the rapper took his hand and smiled brilliantly.

"I've really been looking forward to meeting you ever since I saw your picture."

Darien's mouth suddenly felt like the Sahara and he swallowed, trying to summon up his voice. He stared into those eyes and managed a breathy, "It's an honor to meet you."

Darien almost squeaked as the bigger man brought his hand to his mouth, kissing the back of it gently. "You're even more beautiful than your picture," he purred, and the warm breath against Darien's hand made him shiver. He couldn't even think.

"Th-thanks," he managed. This was the last thing he'd imagined, and he had no idea how to react. He could feel how flushed his face was and he really hoped Orion didn't ask him anything because he barely remembered his own name.

Mary stepped closer and said pointedly, "We're behind schedule."

Orion's gaze flicked to her and his annoyance was evident, but he smiled. "Yes, of course. I can't wait to see you in your outfit, gorgeous." His tone was obviously suggestive.

Darien could only whimper incoherently as Mary dragged him off to the dressing rooms. He glanced back over his shoulder and saw the rapper staring fixedly after him. At his ass. He felt himself blush even more.

It wasn't being ogled that flustered him. As a model, he was accustomed to being looked at, but not by a man like Orion. He hadn't a clue that the man was into guys at all. Granted, his lyrics weren't as homophobic as most rappers', but that didn't mean anything. It was confusing as hell, but also very flattering.

Mary showed him to a private dressing room and opened the door. Hanging inside were several very skimpy outfits. He'd worn less in shoots, but not much. And what was worse, they looked very much like they were made for women. He turned to Mary and started to speak, but she just backed out, shaking her head.

"Just do your best, honey." Then she was gone.

Darien stared at the closed door for a long moment, noting there was no lock on it. He sighed and made his way over to the costumes. A quick inspection confirmed his fears.

They were women's clothes. They were definitely his size, and they'd no doubt look good on him. But one thing was suddenly, jarringly clear.

They thought he was a girl. Or, at least, Orion did. Mary had definitely been trying to tell him something, and the look on her face ... he swallowed hard. There was no way these outfits would hide the fact that he was a boy. Well, the miniskirt might. But the top had been designed for someone with breasts. He had no idea what to do. If he went out there in one of those outfits, he'd probably get beat up, or worse. He had to talk to Mary, explain ... maybe she could sneak him out the back door.

Yes. That was what he had to do. Talk to Mary, clear things up, get the fuck out. He strode to the door, opened it, and stepped out.

And ran right into Orion. Literally. He all but bounced off the much bigger man, and stumbled back until those strong arms caught him.

"Whoa, beautiful, are you all right?"