Chapter Forty Eight

I could feel his eyes burning into me through the camera lens. My body had been tingling for the past half an hour as he was taking the shots. I was not sure how no one else in the room could feel the tension.

I could. It was zinging between us, coated in a sweet layer of lust.

“And we’re done,” Ivan said, lowering his camera. He turned away, and I took the robe offered to me by a wardrobe assistant. I was tying the belt around my waist when he said, “Would you like to take a look?”

“I’d love to,” I responded, polite and professional. I joined him at his laptop and took the seat in front of him.

He placed one hand on the back of the chair and one on a wireless mouse. He leaned forward, and his breath fluttered my hair, his thumb gently stroking my back. No one could see—they were all too busy. This was a stolen private moment in an open, professional setting.

“Here we are.” He double