Page 29 of Dirty Shots

After looking at all of the images, Logan sat back and slapped the portfolio shut. He lifted his gaze to Eric’s. “A lot of people aren’t going to like them.”

“I know.”

“Have you considered publishing them in a different name?”

“No. I don’t want to. They’re my work. I own them and whatever backlash comes with them.”

“You might find they affect any future ‘regular’ commissions.”

“I’m willing to take that risk.”

A smile broke across his face. “In which case, I love them. Edgy, obviously sexy. Great use of light and shadows, as always with your work. It’s clearly you, but you in a completely new direction.”

“That’s what I was aiming for.”

“The best pictures are the ones where you can see her face. She’s got a certain ... quality to her. Like she’s innocent, but knows something you don’t, all at the same time.”

Eric smiled. “I noticed that, too.”

He grinned and leaned forward. “So, who’s the girl?”

“Her name is Anya.”

“She’s pretty.”

“She’s more than that.”

“Are you screwing her?”

He exhaled. “Logan, you know I’m not like that.”

“Come on. Even a monk like you couldn’t keep your hands off a woman in those kinds of poses.”

“She’s not like that.”

He lifted a quizzical eyebrow. “No?”

“Okay, look, I didn’t start anything intentionally.”

Logan chuckled. “So you are screwing her.”

“It’s not just sex, Logan.”

His friend’s face darkened. “You’ve got feelings for her. Well, I can see why, but you know you need to be careful.”

“I’m fine. I’ve got things under control.”

“I just care about you, buddy. You know that.”

“I know, and I’m thankful. But anyway, you’re getting off the subject. This isn’t about my sex life. I want your opinion about the photographs.”

“They’re beautiful, and I think they’ll sell. There’s a market for this kind of stuff lately. It all seems to have come on trend.”

“I don’t want to sell them.”

His green gaze snapped up. “What? Why not?”

“I don’t want other people to own a part of her. I’m happy to exhibit, but nothing more.”

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