MAVERICK

“Just one more shot, Mave. That’s all I need.” Cooper was running out of patience.

We’d been shooting for the last piece of the collection for hours, and he seemed to be unable to get the perfect angle or image he wanted from me.

“My facial muscles are cramping. What is it that you want?” I pouted.

He blew a breath, his hands on his hips as he shook his head. “Your head is not in the game. And this is how artists and models lost their job. You ...