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“Nice!”

“Yeah. Until the Dom who sent me a contract last night happens to also be my boudoir photographer today.”

Leah busts out laughing. “You have the worst fucking luck, Mak! What happened? Did you bang all over his studio and never bother with the pics?”

“No,” I grumble. “He didn’t mention it at all.”

“Maybe he didn’t recognize you.”

“Oh, he did. And I’m pissed because he waited to the last minute as I was out the door to mention it.”

“Oh. My. God.”

“And the second I saw him, I thought I recognized him, but I didn’t say anything about it because I wasn’t sure. I feel dumb now.”

“Well maybe he likes keeping his career and private life separate, Mak.”

That makes sense, but it raises another question. “Then why bring it up at all?”

“Because maybe he doesn’t want you blindsided after you sign that contract and see him again. That would definitely freak me out.”

That’s what I’m thinking too. Some of my embarrassment and anger fizzles out.

“So…” I can practically hear Leah waggling her eyebrows on the other end of the line. “Is he hot?”

“Yes.” I pinch the bridge of my nose. “And he’s exactly my type.”

“Ohhh sweet!”

“Ugh. I totally nerded out with him today too.”

“Bet he’s a sucker for a bookworm. Aw, just imagine it. You, reading your book, him, willing to reenact the scenes. This is the best thing ever!”

That does sound incredible. And very far-fetched.

Leah squeals in my ear. “He’s big, primal, and can make all your kinky wishes come true and then photo document it for his spank bank keepsakes.”

“Not funny, Leah.”

“I’m not laughing!” Yes, she is. “I’m still not seeing what the problem is here.”

“I put on these huge wings and went topless!” I yell. Leah goes silent for a moment and all I hear is my heart swishing in my ears.

“Good. For. You. Mak.”

I want to die.

“You’re going to fuck him anyway. He’s going to see your body no matter what, right? You basically just gave him a peek of what he’s going to get later. Girrrl, I bet he got so hard looking at you.”

My face heats again. “You’re not really helping.”

“Hey, I’d get hard for you if I had a dick. You’re like a compact ball of fuckable fun.”

“Stop.”

“Seriously. A pocket-sized spicy bookworm.”

“Knock it off.”