Ricky wiped his hands on his pants. He’d been working as Travis’ assistant for about a month now. Usually if he got to work on the models, he did light retouches of body make-up, covering moles and freckles. Today, they had a big shoot for Mountaineer jeans, on location on the beach. Mountaineer was trying to cultivate a sexier image, so they’d hired Dallas as their new model, and Ricky was doing his best not to freak out.

Dallas was hot. He was so hot he only had one name, and so famous it didn’t even seem pretentious. His thick black hair was too long on top, inviting the touch of fingers. His dark gaze was filled with hot, liquid sex. His chiseled features gave him a strong, confident appearance, softened by the fullness of his mouth. His body was long and lean, not bulky but tight with defined musculature.

Ricky had lucked out with some good-looking guys before, but he’d never gotten near anyone quite that insanely gorgeous. But he was about to have his hands on Dallas’s perfectly sculpted body, because Travis had asked him to cover up Dallas’s tattoo.

Dallas only had one tattoo, an intricately designed D for his own initial, low on his right hip, within the lines of his pelvis. Usually it wasn’t seen, but for some of the shots Dallas was going to have the jeans riding extremely low and/or unbuttoned, so the tattoo was going to be exposed.

In the back of the make-up trailer, Ricky was quietly losing his mind, fiddling with his supplies, frantically trying to figure out what to say to the hottest man on the planet. What could he say? “Hi, I’m Ricky.” “Hello, how are you?” “I love your work.” “How was your flight in?” “Hi, I’m Ricky, and it’s my honor to serve you today.” Maybe it’d be better if he just shut his mouth and didn’t say anything. But he didn’t want to seem rude, and even if he sounded stupid he had to say something, because he couldn’t miss this opportunity to hold a conversation with the hottest man alive.

Travis walked into the trailer, and Ricky opened his mouth to ask a question. Then Dallas walked in, right behind Travis, and Ricky was speechless. The man was incredible. Ricky had never seen a more perfect specimen of male beauty. He was - - his face - - his body… Ricky just stood there with his jaw on the floor, staring. Travis was saying something, but with any luck Ricky wasn’t supposed to be listening, because he couldn’t hear a word.

Dallas took a seat in the make-up chair, thighs open and relaxed, naked from the waist up. When he tilted his head back slightly, his thick black hair fell away from his face, and Ricky almost moaned. Dallas was beautiful. The light was directly on his face, and there wasn’t an imperfection in sight. Dallas didn’t need make-up; Dallas needed a harem.

It was impossible not to want to throw Travis out of the trailer and take over. Ricky wanted to be the one working on that handsome face. Highlighting the sharp inclines of Dallas’s cheekbones. Brushing another layer of color over Dallas’s soft, pouting mouth. Drawing attention to those wide, dark, gorgeous eyes. Ricky burned with jealousy, ached with need, and tried not to completely panic at the knowledge that at any minute-

Travis stepped back.

Ricky didn’t hear anything that Travis said; the