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I dig my toes in again. Well, she got him dead to rights. I’m not sure I’m the person who should be playing the role opposite him though.

I stare down at the material again. Can I go through with this?

“Don’t worry,” Holly says, trying to reassure me. “We’ll airbrush everything out.” She waves a hand across her chest.

In most bra commercials, you can see they’ve smoothed out anything that could show a nipple. I assume that’s what she means they’ll do here as well. That only takes care of one issue.

The bigger problem is that I’m supposed to wear this piece of nothing in front of Barron. Maybe if it was someone else in the suit, it would make things easier. But she wants me to work with the one man who intimidates me beyond anything else.

I peek over her shoulder to find a stern expression on Barron’s face, his hands still stuffed in his pockets.

“It’ll just be a few poses.” She puts her hand to her chest, as if she’s making a promise. “Since Barron is the owner, he’s the perfect person to play opposite you.” She grins. “Think of it likeBeauty and the Beast.”

Well, to call him a beast would certainly fit the bill. At least with the way he acts around me.

“Just three or four poses with him,” she says, bringing my attention back to her. “Then we’re done with pictures.”

If it means we’re almost done, I think I can manage. I start nodding before I can even get the words out. “Okay… I’ll do it.” It’s only because I promised Miss Opal. “I just don’t want this to be something that comes back to haunt me.”

Holly holds up her palm. “The images will be tasteful. You can count on that.” She gives me a winning smile. “It’s exactly why I chose you to be the model.”

Steven blows out a breath again, drawing everyone’s attention. I glance over, heat burning through my cheeks then up into my hairline. He’s oblivious, putting the camera strap around his neck as he fidgets with the lens.

The atmosphere in the room feels different. Is there a deeper meaning behind Holly’s statement? If so, I have no idea what it is. Again, I hope this doesn’t come back to haunt me.

I take the hanger and walk past Holly with as much dignity as I can muster when I know my butt’s visible to anybody who would care to notice.

Chapter Nineteen

Barron

Istand by the doorway, transfixed by the provocative sight before me. A woman is draped across the plush lounger, her body arched, her head thrown back, exposing the delicate curve of her neck. She’s looking into the large mirror strategically positioned to show the bed in the background.

Holly waves for me to follow. We move past the tripod and professional lighting set up by the entrance.

The model’s eyes drift shut. The lamps cast a warm glow, adding a layer of sensuality that makes the scene seem more intimate.

“Slowly…move your hand down your hip to your thigh,” he instructs, his voice a blend of authority and appreciation.

Abigail complies, her white-tipped nails spreading out as she trails her hand down the curve of her body in a blatantly provocative caress that has my mouth going dry.

“That’s it,” he says, his voice ramping up with excitement, but all I can see is that the subtle shift in her shoulders causes thedelicate lace to strain against the swell of her breasts, offering an incredibly sensual view. I wouldn’t be a man if I didn’t immediately imagine her soft curves spilling into my hands.

Jesus. The blasted woman is nearly overflowing from that scrap of lingerie, and he’s capturing her from every indecent angle.

“No!” He raises an arm in frustration. Turning sharply on a heel, he comes back to the tripod, glaring at Holly along the way.

What the hell?I stiffen at his commanding tone. Photographers may consider themselves artists with the temperament to match, but I don’t have to like their brusque manner.

I don’t understand why he’s so pissed off. Abigail is following his instructions, despite the lack of clear direction.

“Can’t even follow simple instructions,” he mutters under his breath, increasing the tension in the room.

“Steven,” Holly says, keeping her jaw locked while her infamousfuck yousmile plays across her lips. She does a rolling motion with her hand, signaling for him to keep talking.

He cocks his head, as if he’s about to say something to her then seems to think better of it. Probably the best decision he could make. It wouldn’t have gone well for him.

“It’ll be perfect,” Holly says over her shoulder, as they continue with the shoot. “Just look at her. She’s beautiful.”

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