Page 130 of Captivated By Danger

I continued to stare at her when she started back washing herself.

“Are you okay, Diesel?”

“Yeah. I just like to watch you. That’s all.”

That made her smile and bite her lip.

“Let me go get dressed. See you in a few.”

I smacked her wet ass.

“Ow, Diesel! Get out!”

I laughed as I walked out of the bathroom. That damn girl was something else and she was fucking getting to me, and it had only been a few days.

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“Oh my God.It’s so beautiful out here, Diesel. Thank you for coming, well, bringing me. You wanted to come anyway. Acted like that this morning and now you got a whole duffle bag of camera equipment,” she said and pulled at the camera that

“Whatever, man.”

When I finally seen her in that outfit, I had to grab some of my travel camera equipment, so I could take some good photos of her. Luckily, it was windy today, so it wasn’t hot as it would normally be. According to the weather app, there was a small chance of rain.

“Go over there by that tree. I have a good view of the sun, the clouds, and the trees.”

She went stood by the tree. Picking my camera up, I looked through the lens and laughed at how stiff she was looking.

“Relax your shoulders and do something else with your hands. Acting like you’re auditioning for Frankenstein, standing like a stick figure.”

She sighed dramatically. “Why can’t you ever just stop at the directions? You always have to end with an…”

I snapped her picture, making her stop mid-sentence.

“Yeah. Snapped you talking shit.”

When the still photo popped up on the screen, I laughed hard. She shook her head, trying to hide her smile.

“I’m going to send you this every time you start talking shit. Now relax your shoulders.”

She relaxed her shoulders and wrapped her arms around herself. When she smiled, the wind started blowing through her hair and I snapped several pictures in rapid succession. When her hair started blowing all over her head, she started rubbing her fingers through it, moving it out of her face.

“Fuck, yes. Keep doing that.”

“Wait! You’re still snapping?”

“Yes. This is so fucking sexy.”

Slowly, her lips spread across her face, showing her teeth, before poking her lips out.”

“Perfect Babygirl.”

She came back over to me and we continued walking. Surprisingly, it wasn’t as packed as it usually was. Well, I hadn’t been here in years.

“What got you into photography? You would have never struck me as the type to like to take pictures. And what other types of photos do you take?”

“My grandfather like taking photos. My dad’s dad. In his spare time, he was a bird watcher. He always told me to find something to do that could help quiet my mind down when I needed to. So, naturally, I picked up the camera. I just take pictures on vacations, the kids, and my girls.”

She scoffed. “Don’t lump me in like that.”

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