Page 47 of A Lucky Shot

“Of course.”

She wasn’t the least bit convinced by the look on his face.

“And you need new pictures.” He handed her back her phone. “Show me some good ones.”

Cass swiped through her camera roll. And swiped. And swiped. Her nieces. Blurry stills from the last wrap party. Her modelling a new dress pattern she was drafting, the half-basted pieces floating around her. “Um, I could just take a selfie?”

“I used to have a couple of your selfies, but you made me delete those.”

Before she’d deleted their texts, she’d pulled up the photos he’d sent her on more than a couple of occasions. When she was lying in bed, her vibrator between her thighs and imagining his thick length in her mouth and his hands in her hair.A flush crept farther up her cheeks, and it didn’t feel like embarrassment.

He twisted his mouth and tapped his finger on his knee. “There’s a break in shooting on Wednesday and I’m only on set in the morning. We’re doing a photo shoot that afternoon.”

“A what?” She’d spent loads of time singing and dancing for audiences, but posing for Josh sparked a frisson of electricity through her. Plus, her time in front of audiences had been years ago. Back when she could still move how she wanted.

“Photos. Wednesday,” he repeated. “And I’m pretty sure Stephen doesn’t need you on set that afternoon, either.”

She wasn’t needed that day, and it was not like she had other plans. Her friends would be at their normal nine-to-fives. Her day was wide open. Nothing else to do.“Okay.”

“Excellent, let’s start now.” He pulled her in close, and a just as he took the shot, closed his teeth around the shell of her ear. His breath was warm and minty on her neck, but she wiggled out of his grasp.

“There are people around!”

“You’re saying you’d have no problem with me doing that if we were alone?”

She scrambled to look at the photo over his shoulder. His smile looked perfectly evil, her eyes wide, and mouth popped open in surprise.

“What happened to being professional?” she demanded through clenched teeth, looking to see if anyone had seen while trying to quell the flutter under her ribs.

“What? I bite everyone. Ask around,” he said, setting the photo as his contact profile pic in her phone.

Maybe he did bite everyone. He’d sure bitten her. The nips he’d taken down her breasts and over her stomach stayed proof of their night together for days after. Heat flooded her with the memory, and a small streak of jealousy chased it.

Don’t go down that road. You know where it leads. Cass smoothed a wrinkle in her blouse. “I’m not sure I need to hear about all the people you bite.”

He paused for a moment, but ignored her comment, finally handing her back her phone. “I haven’t had a day off in a month. Pick a spot. Some place that captures who you are.”

Why was she agreeing to this? Why was she agreeing to any of this? She looked down at the blurry photo and plain bio. Maybe it would help to have some updated photos, some help with the text. She hadn’t had many matches, and the ones she’d had weren’t great.

Come to think of it, why had she swiped right on any of those guys? She knew she was supposed to give people a chance, but yikes.

And a photo shoot sounded like fun. Maybe. A little.

She shook her head and closed her eyes, which was becoming her signature move in any conversation with him. “Okay, let’s take some photos.”

Libby

Any winners?

Nope. 5 dates and 5 duds. One of the guys was at least 15 yrs older than he said. Thought he was going to ask for a seniors discount

Libby

Sugar daddy material?

Haha no

But Josh offered to help me update my profile. He’s writing my bio and take some photos

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