Twenty minutes later, I wore an athletic one-piece swimsuit and stood on a terrace giving a perfect view of the ocean. Click... Click... Grumble. “We need sexy,” Carlos snapped. “Not ‘I’m saving myself for matriage.’” Okay .. . I was “slutty” a moment ago. Not to mention, it was hard to feel sexy with a milk mustache, holding a pint of almond milk. Click. “No, no, no.” Carlos rubbed his temples. “Please tell me you’ve had sex before.” Sometimes, I questioned this career, but overall, I loved promoting my vegan lifestyle and that the substantial income gave me the means to truly make a difference somewhere. “Yes, I’ve had sex.” A few times... “Good sex?” “Yes.” Heat rushed up to my neck because I knew where he was going with this, and I really didn’t want to go there. “But can I ask a question?” “No.” I asked anyway. “Why does an almond milk advertisement need to be sexy?” He sighed irritably. “Sex sells, darling.” “T’m just thinking of the kids here . . . Wouldn’t they want to send their parents off to buy this milk if I looked happy drinking it instead of, well... horny?” Carlos gave me a dry look. “You are lucky you have the perfect look for this shoot. Or I’d toss you off this terrace so fast.” I sighed. “Now, think of the best sex you’ve ever had.” Ugh. Exhaling deeply, I closed my eyes and thought of inked hands next to mine on the shower wall. I thought of Ronan’s mouth on my neck and the fullness of him inside me. His hand collaring my throat. Vse moya. The way he held me. How he smelled and tasted. I remembered. And it hit me with a ball of fire that erupted inside me. I opened my eyes. Click.