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“I couldn’t have said it better,” Shiloh says.

“I predict this will be one of the best photoshoots I’ve done in a long time,” Flint says. “I can’t wait to have you back next month in my studio so we can try different outfits and moods. Today’s session is about capturingunique, and you’re the definition of the word.”

I’m overwhelmed by the weight of his words.

“You, my dear, were born to be in front of the camera,” he says before coming to stand in front of me.

“Oh, really?” My trepidation returns in full force.

I glance around the room. So many eyes are staring right at me. They’re giving off positive vibes, but it’s just a reminder, I’m putting myself out there.

I said yes.

I agreed to the terms.

I signed on the dotted line.

And now, if I can only keep my nerves in check and smile for the camera, everything will be smooth sailing. Right?

God.

“Are all the mirrors in the dressing room broken?” Flint says, glancing over my shoulder. His expression is as serious as a heart attack.

Crap.

I hope my insecurities won’t get Shiloh in trouble.

“No, boss,” Shiloh says.

“Why is she not seeing what I’m seeing?”

“Our cover model is fully aware of how dazzling she looks, Flint,” Shiloh says. “I’ve told her a dozen times, and she saw her reflection in the mirror. She’s a little shy.”

“We need a third opinion, people.” Flint shouts and claps at the same time before doing this grand gesture thing with his hand over his head.

I draw my eyebrows together, as I scour the room, trying to understand what’s going on.

“How do you like our model?”

I meet Flint’s gaze. “I can only assume she looks as stunning from the front as she does from the back.”

My heart jumps out of my chest.

I spin around and gasp before clamping my hands over my face. “Rhys?” His name comes out sounding muffled.

“Hey, sexy.” With a huge smile stretching his lips, he strides towards me.

“I thought you were in an important meeting and you couldn’t make it.”

“It was a white lie,” he says. “Beckett, Arianne, and I all agreed it was best to let you get a head start. They won’t be on the set, but I insisted on being here. I wanted to see you in action.”

“So, Mr. Client, you approve?” Flint does a ta-da hand gesture.

Rhys gives me a onceover.

I return the favor. How can I not?

He adorned another one of his trademark bespoke suits that looks killer on him. Since I had to be on the set early this morning, he hired a chauffeured car for me. The last time I saw him, he was walking around naked in his bedroom.