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“I’ll text you all the products I used if you want to know.”
“Yes, please.”
The gold dress and black underwear were first, and oh god, it was just as awkward as I was afraid of. Monica and Erin disappeared, and Hawk stayed across the room, watching. I felt his eyes on me.
Janet took me over to one of the walls where a big, gilded mirror leaned against it. “I’m going to direct you how to pose for the first bit, okay? So you can get a feel for it.”
“Oh my god, yes please.”
“It’s going to feel weird, but I’ll show you the pictures so you can see I’m not blowing smoke up your ass.”
I laughed, but I appreciated it.
She had me lie on the floor with my feet on the wall. The golden robe pooled around me, and Janet had me arch my back with my arms in different positions. She was right. It felt weird, and more than a little uncomfortable.
“Look this way?”
Looking toward the camera, my eyes caught on Hawk. He stood with his arms crossed, which made his tattooed biceps bulge in a way that was entirely distracting. But more than that,his eyes consumed me withheat. They traced down the arch of my back and all the way to my pointed toes and back to my face.
His eyes were already dark, but now, the way they burned, they seemed entirely black. I hadn’t really understood why he liked watching, not to judge, but it had never done anything for me. Butbeingwatched likethat?
Holy shit. It felt like sunlight pouring directly into my veins. So much easier to arch my back a little higher, lean into the pose, and keep my eyes on him.
“There it is. That’s perfect,” Janet said, snapping pictures. I barely heard her. My whole being was still held captive in Hawk’s fiery gaze.
His face, so intense it nearly looked angry, barely changed. One little corner of his mouth sliding upward in a hint of a smile. It was really good I owned this lingerie, because with that smile, all of it would be ruined. I might have a hard time getting all the way there, but arousal wasn’t a problem, and Hawk had me riled with alook.
Fuck me.
“Here.” Janet came and sat cross-legged beside me, breaking the spell. “See?”
She turned the screen toward me, and all I could do was stare. The woman on the camera couldn’t possibly be me. She was… stunning. Voluptuous and sexy and confident. It was like splitting my brain in two, knowing I was the only one who she’d taken photos of, and still not being able to accept that the pictures were of me.
Janet laughed at my stunned silence. “Worth the discomfort?”
“Yeah. I’ll say. But that’s not me.”
“That is you. It’s all you. Want to see, Hawk?”
He still watched me, and had barely moved. “I promised Isolde I wouldn’t take my eyes off her. Isn’t that right, baby girl?”
Was there still oxygen in the room? I wasn’t sure. “Yeah.” My voice sounded like I’d run a hundred miles.
Hawk smirked. “Then I’ll see the pictures later.”
“Let’s do some more by the mirror, but I’ve got some other poses I want to try.”
“Okay,” I straightened, finally believing I could do this. “Show me where you want me.”
CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN
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ISOLDE
I’d never taken so many pictures in my life.
Janet was absolutely right, the more we took, the easier it was, and by the time I was posing in the next outfit and on the bed with nothing but blue velvet ribbons covering me—barely—I was laughing and having a great time.
