Falling for the Photographer
I was embarrassed when I dropped out of business school, but after a few classes, I found it didn’t suit me.
Now I’m back in my home city, trying to make ends meet, living with my best friend, Lola.
Things are going well until her dad returns from Europe.
I’ve had a crush on Felix for as long as I can remember. I’d never tell Lola, but I dream about his tall, muscular body, silver hair, and experienced eyes.
I even imagine him staring at me with his possessive gaze beneath the altar, a smirk playing at his lips.
It’s all fantasy.
I’m a curvy nineteen-year-old virgin who’s never left the States. Felix is thirty-nine years of mature, hot-as-hell ruggedness.
He could have any woman he wanted, and no way does he want me.
When he offers me a low-level photography job, I think he’s just helping out his daughter’s friend.
But then, one afternoon, a model cancels a photoshoot, and Felix tells me I have to pose in front of the camera instead.
“And Faye,” he says in his deep husky voice. “I want you in your underwear.”
I know it’s wrong, but it feels so right.
What happens when Lola finds out?
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