Starlight (Peaches Monroe) (Volume 2) Paperback – September 2, 2013 Read Online Free

Mitchell,” he called out.
    “Come on in. There’s nothing out that you haven’t already seen today, from a variety of angles.”
    Mitchell came in and parked his compact, gym-hard body on a bench. He ran one hand through his close-cropped angelic blond curls as he said, “You should be proud of how well you did today. I know I am.”
    “I’m such an amateur. Just admit you were all laughing behind my back when I was getting changed.”
    “Not at all. The truth is, everyone was terrified, but that was before.”
    “Terrified? Of what?”
    His cheeks reddened.
    “Great,” I said, reading between the lines. “You all thought I was going to be terrible and ruin all your reputations with my fatness.”
    His eyes bulged.
    “My curvaceousness,” I said.
    “This is brave new ground for us, but I saw some of the shots and they are phenomenal.” He held up one finger to keep me from arguing with him. “I have been known to stretch the truth to make models more comfortable, but I swear on a stack of In Style magazines, I’m not lying. The shots were great, and this whole thing is going to be huge.”
    “Huge?”
    “I can’t say anything right, can I?”
    “Fine, I believe you. Thank you for saying that, and thank you for being so nice to me. If you’re ever in my part of Washington, you have a place to stay. I’m serious. It’s just a fold-out couch, but it’s all yours.”
    He laughed and looked up for a moment like he was considering a visit.
    “But won’t you be moving to LA?” he asked. “To be closer to Dalton?”
    I could sense that he was digging for information, but I’d been practically naked in front of the guy all day, and being secretive about my feelings seemed ridiculous.
    “He hurt me,” I said. “I’m confused and I don’t know what to do.”
    He nodded.
    I added, “Easy come, easy go.”
    “Let’s get some sushi and talk.”
    What was my other option? I thought about returning to Dalton’s modern house, all alone. That didn’t seem fun. I should have been exhausted, given my lack of sleep, but I wasn’t. My nerves were still tingling from the photo shoot, and I didn’t feel like slowing down at all.
    Mitchell said, “I could use some fun, actually. I’ve barely done anything but work and sleep for months now. We don’t even need to talk about your personal stuff. I’m sorry if I was being nosy.”
    “At least you care,” I said. “I can’t talk to my roommate-slash-best friend, because she’ll rub it in that she warned me.”
    He squealed. “My roommate-slash-best friend is the exact same way! And he gets cra-a-azy jealous, too.”
    “Shayla’s really nice, though.”
    “So’s my roommate.”
    I shook my head. “Roommates.”
    “Can’t live with ‘em, can’t manage the rent without ‘em.”
    I finished getting my hoodie jacket zipped up. “Sure, let’s get some sushi.”
    Keith walked into the room without knocking. “I love sushi. Come on, I’ll drive.”
    Mitchell gave him a dirty look, but underneath the glare was some amusement. He didn’t love the guy, but he didn’t hate him, either.
    Mitchell said, “I’ll drive, but my Miada’s only a two-seater. Peaches will come with me.”
    Keith said, “We’ll flip for her.” He pulled a coin from his pocket, tossed it high in the air, and caught it on his palm. “Heads, she’s coming with me.”
    Mitchell said, “I didn’t call it. You’re a cheat.”
    I pulled out my phone and held it up, recording video. “Guys, could you start over? Try to make it really clear you’re both fighting over me, Peaches Monroe. Maybe say my full name.”
    They both looked sheepish, then Keith tousled his black hair with one hand and said, “Peaches, drive with me. I’m a very safe driver.”
    Mitchell crossed his arms over his compact body. “It’s not his driving I’m concerned about,” he said to me.
    “I’m twenty-two,” I said to Mitchell, still recording with my phone. “How about I drive to the