I knew right away that I’d asked the wrong question. Bransworth went pale and slumped, his face falling into his now empty hands.
I felt bad. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have asked that,” I said and hoped he would recover his composure soon.
After sniffling for a few minutes, he wiped his face with the edge of his trendy T-shirt and leaned back on his hands. His eyes were red, the skin puffy, but he was still gorgeous. Some men had that gene, I supposed.
“Your company needed a model for one of its products, and my agent set it up. Right after I finished the photo shoot, I ran into Jenson in the elevator. It was late in the evening, and we were the only two people in the elevator.”
He sighed. “He laid it on thick. For a second, I thought he was too aggressive, but there was something about
