Page 30 of The French Kiss


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Tobias stops in front of a door, and dumbfounded, I ask, “What? Why can’t Simon do that?”

“Silly, he’s the model today. It’d take too long for him to go back and forth from posing to the preview screen. Don’t even worry about it. You’ll probably just be observing and that’s all.”

Tobias opens the door, leaving me shocked and my jaw hanging to the floor.

I want to run the other way, back to the workroom, back to my apartment. Hell, maybe back to New York.

Sure, doing director work on a photo shoot is a dream come true, but with Simon? There’s a chance this could turn into career suicide.

I need to stay away from him and keep things professional, not kiss him again, and definitely, undoubtedly, not think about fucking him in the bathroom of a club. Or anywhere else.

Like the desk he’s perched on right now. He’s wearing a sharp black suit, a crisp white shirt open at the collar, and black-rimmed glasses. And when he sees me, he smirks victoriously as if he knew I’d be the designer to come.

Shit! I’m in trouble here, and not only because I’ve never done fashion director work. But because that confident smirk is sexy as fuck.

“Autumn, thank goodness you came. I need you.”

Is he for real?

On second thought, if this is a dream... do not wake me up!

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