Page 52 of Obsessed Heir

As much as I want to, I can’t deny that fact. Abigail is positively stunning. The sight of her is both arousing and unsettling, leaving me out of sorts.

Oh hell.

My gaze is instantly drawn to her hips as she shifts to a new angle. Anticipation drags out the seconds for a goddamn eternity. By the time she’s in the position he wants, my cock is straining against my zipper. I’m fixated on the smooth curveof her ass, something I spent far too much time thinking about yesterday.

“Okay.” Steven blows out a breath. “We’re good.”

I swallow hard, trying to clear the dryness in my throat. One thing’s for damn sure—nobody, not even Rhys, is going to be wearing a fuckingloinclotharound Abigail for these pictures, if I have any say.

“Yay,” Holly cheers, striding past Steven without a glance to show Abigail what she has in the garment bag. “Just one more outfit.”

Fuck.That last filmy scrap of transparent material…

I shove my hands into my pockets, annoyed at how easily I’m distracted and aroused by this girl—this woman. Why is that? I’ve never been taken in by a pretty face or a great body before. Yet, here she is, all but knocking me on my ass with a single glance.

Of course, in the vivid images playing through my mind, it’s that lush ass pushed up against me. My hands are full of the breasts overflowing from the lingerie she’s wearing as I pound relentlessly into her from behind.

All the while, I’m oblivious to the fact that she’s basically the enemy. Someone who’s taking advantage of my mother.

The realization hits me like a punch to the gut. This urge to possess her is fucking with my head. And she’s doing it without the least bit of effort.

Abigail brings her legs over the edge of the lounger, sitting up and allowing her hair to fall over her shoulders. The second she realizes I’m in the room, her entire body goes rigid.

Her wide eyes meet mine for little more than a second before darting away. She stands abruptly, losing that self-assured air she’d exhibited just seconds ago.

She inadvertently gives me a moment to admire how the delicate fabric of the lingerie clings so enticingly to her lush curves in a way that leaves my mouth dry.

“Isn’t it beautiful?” Holly whispers reverently, as if she’s offering up a priceless treasure as a tribute.

“Yes, it is beautiful,” Abigail murmurs, her brow furrowed as she runs the sheer fabric between her fingers. “It’s a little...thin, don’t you think?”

“I realize it is a little revealing,” Holly says, choosing her words carefully. “These pictures will only be available in the studio.”

In the studio? For everyone to see? My fist clenches as an unexpected surge of jealousy courses through me. She continues to try and sell the idea.

Abigail stares down at the material again, uncertainty clearly written across her features. Just as I expected, the sheer material is making her uneasy.

“Don’t worry.” Holly sets a reassuring hand on Abigail’s hand. “We’ll airbrush everything out.”

My jaw clenches. Does Holly truly not see the effect this is having on Abigail, or is she willfully ignoring it?

Abigail’s gaze darts to me again then quickly away, her cheeks flushing.

“It’ll just be a few poses,” Holly continues, putting her hand to her chest. “Since Barron is the owner, he’s the perfect person to play opposite you.” She cocks her head with a smile. “Think of it likeBeauty and the Beast.”

There’s a little too much excitement in her voice at the last part.

“Three or four poses with him, and we’re done with pictures.”

After a moment, Abigail nods, seemingly resigning herself.

“Okay… I’ll do it.” She digs her teeth into her bottom lip, a gesture that shouldn’t be so damn arousing. “I just don’t want this to be something that comes back to haunt me.”

Holly holds up her palm as if swearing an oath. “The images will be tasteful. You can count on that. It’s exactly why I chose you to be the model.”

So, I have Bronwyn to thank for this unexpected situation.

Abigail’s expression tightens at the mention of my name. Still, she takes the hanger and slips past Holly and Steven to disappear into the bathroom. The door shuts behind her, leaving an awkward silence in her wake.

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