Captured
With trepidation knotting his stomach, he climbed the steep wooden stairs to her photography studio. The advertisement had called for a rugged and sexy male model who was willing to pose shirtless. He was certainly rugged, and very sexy he’d been told countless times, and the money was good. He’d had no hesitation in responding to the call. But now that he was here, he had butterflies.
She’d told him over the phone that they’d be shooting a cover for an erotic novel. His mind immediately turned to Fabio, and he had visions of himself in a long blonde wig and a puffy white shirt opened to the waist. Cheesy. He really hoped it wasn’t going to be cheesy.
He took a deep breath and knocked on the door, which was promptly answered by a jaw-droppingly gorgeous woman with dark hair and deep brown eyes.
“You must be Jamie,” she said, offering her hand, her voice rich and warm. “Hi, I’m Melissa. We spoke on the phone. Come on in, and make yourself comfortable.”
As he removed his jacket and dropped his backpack onto the floor, he stole a glance at her. She was tinkering with her camera equipment, busying herself with preparations for the shoot. In her short floral skirt and simple navy top, she looked like a vision of a spring day, long tanned legs, soft skin and beautiful curves. When she reached up to fiddle with one of the bulbs on her lighting rig, her…
