Page 3 of Dirty Shots

God, she’s stunning! He felt a primal need to photograph her—a desperate hunger. If she said no, he thought he might have to stop searching for his model. No one else would do.

“Can I think about it?”

His stomach dropped. “Of course.” He gave her a bright smile, hoping to hide his disappointment.

“May I call you tomorrow?”

He reached across his desk and picked up a business card. “You can call me anytime you want. I’ll be waiting.”

His eyes locked with hers and she stared at him, a half-smile playing on her lips. He suddenly felt like the roles had been reversed and it was she who was interviewing him.

She plucked the card from his fingers and waved it at him. “I’ll let you know.”

With that, she headed to the front door of his apartment, her heels clicking on the dark wood floor. He rushed after her, opening the door for her. She threw a smile over her shoulder and walked to the elevator.

Eric closed the door behind her and leaned against it with a sigh.

His mind made up, he crossed the room back to his desk and proceeded to cancel the rest of the day’s interviews.

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