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“I’ve met the woman that he’s gone out with a few times. I look nothing like her. Even though I like my body, I can’t force other people to. Everyone has their preferences, and I’m definitely not William’s.”

Katie nods understandingly.

“Speaking of sexual empowerment,” I continue. “I finished my self-portraits.”

As a boudoir photographer, it’s amazing I haven’t already taken any photos of myself until now. So last week, I got my camera out and went crazy. Multiple outfits, all sorts of poses. Experimenting with new lighting and props.

And I have to say, I love the way they turned out. Taking these photos gave me a new appreciation for my body and all that it can do.

Katie sits up on the couch excitedly.

“No way. Can I see?”

“Sure,” I reply. “Um…they’re pretty revealing. Some of them are full nudes. Boobs and butt and all. Are you sure?”

“You’re acting like we’ve never seen each other undressed before,” Katie says. “I’ve known you since you were six years old and liked to go streaking through the water sprinklers. You saw pretty much everything of mine when you went with me to try on wedding dresses. And when I have a baby you’re definitelygoing to be in the hospital room with me, holding my hand. So I think I can handle looking at some smutty photos without clutching my pearls.”

“Alright then,” I say reluctantly.

I take my phone out, searching through my many photo albums.

“I can never remember how to share these things with people,” I mutter. “I usually do this on my computer, not my phone…”

I find the button and click the share button. At least, I think I clicked it. But then the screen flickers and the app shuts down.

What the hell?

Weird.

I blink at my home screen for a moment, then pull the app back up. I click share again. This time, it seems to go through. Whatever.

Katie looks at her phone, opening the photo album and scrolling through the images. They get progressively more revealing as she scrolls, until she’s finally to the nudes. They’re tasteful, I think, with most of my explicit body parts concealed by the poses or my hair.

“Oh my god. You. Look. So. Hot.”

“Thanks!” I say with a smile.

“How could William not be attracted to you? Seriously?” Katie asks me. “I think you should shoot your shot with him. The worst that could happen is he could say he’s not interested, right?”

“The worst that could happen is that I ruin our working relationship and make things so awkward that I have to find a new job,” I reply. “And I can’t afford to quit my job right now. Not when I’m so close to hitting my savings goal for my photography business.”

“Fair,” Katie sighs, closing her phone. “But after you quit? I think you should ask him out. Take charge and see what happens.”

“Maybe. I’ll think about it.”

Really, I have no intention of ever doing anything like that.

William’s not into me. That much is certain.

CHAPTER 4

WILLIAM

My phone buzzeswith a notification from Dot.

I always know when a message is from her, because she’s the only contact in my phone who has their own special notification sound. That way, even if my phone is across the room from me, I always know when it’s her trying to get in touch with me.

This is, of course, only practical. She’s my assistant, always giving me important details about my work that might be time sensitive.

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