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Because I most definitely do not feelOK. Not scared, more nervous. ‘Do you want something?’ I ask him. I know how rude I sound. I can feel the squeeze of it right in the pit of my stomach.
‘Ah,’ he says, sitting down on the arm of my battered velvet sofa, ‘yeah. Sort of. I guess.’
‘What?’
There’s a slapping sound as he drops his hands onto his knees. ‘Today was unexpected,’ he says. ‘For me, anyway.’
‘Believe me,’ I tell him, ‘it was unexpected for me too.’
‘Seriously? Because Amber told me you do this sort of thing all the time.’
Oh, god. ‘Not all the time. I do plenty of regular photography.’
‘I know,’ he says. ‘You did my sister’s wedding.’
I blink. I can’t believe he even noticed I was there, and ‘oh’ is about all I can think of to say.
‘So do you do a lot of…’ He glances up at me. ‘What do you call this?’
‘Erotic photography.’
‘I was going to say porn, but that works.’
‘Hmm,’ I say, not daring to tell him his version is closer to the truth than mine. ‘I’d prefer it if you didn’t tell anyone about it, though. It wouldn’t be good for business.’ I shift my weight from one foot to the other, shamefully aware of the deep, unsatisfied ache between my legs.
‘It might be,’ he says. ‘I can think of a few people who’d beg you to take photos of them with their dick out if it meant getting a little action from Amber Jones.’
I blurt out a laugh. ‘It’s her…’ I wave my hands in the general area of my chest.
‘Yes,’ he says. ‘There’s no denying they’re impressive.’
I laugh some more, but I feel a strange kind of pain, and the next words I say tumble out of me without me being able to stop them. ‘Why did you look at me?’
He glances down at the floor, rubbing his thighs again. I wish he wouldn’t do that. It’s…distracting. I mean, as if the blue eyes and the mouth weren’t bad enough, he’s got these bloody thick legs. And big hands. And thick forearms. And the mouth. Did I mention the mouth? All of which were fine before, when I thought he was distant and controlled and safe. He’s not safe now.
He shakes his head a little, pulls in a breath. His hands still. Then he looks up at me. ‘Because Amber didn’t make me hard.’
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