Savage Vows & Silken Lies
"Smile for the cameras, Vivienne. Play the obsessed wife. Or next time, I won't just take a stolen keycard from you."
Ten minutes later, we were in the penthouse library, glaring lights blinding me.
"No, no, no!" Antoine, the eccentric photographer, yelled, pacing in front of us. "You are giving me corporate merger. I want raw passion! Touch each other!"
I was sitting on the edge of a deep leather sofa. Julian sat beside me, his thigh pressed flush against mine. The heat radiating from his body was maddening.
"You heard the man," Julian whispered, leaning in so his lips brushed the shell of my ear. To the cameras, it looked like a lover’s secret. "Put your hand on my chest."