The nude photoshoot

My phone went off just as I was heading out of the dressing room. I could tell it was Elaina calling from work by the ringtone, so I let it go to voice mail without listening to the message. I sent her a fast text instead: Can't talk...on photo shoot now. Call u later. -B

I silenced my cell but left it powered up as Ethan had told me to something about the GPS app he'd activated-slipped it into the pocket of my robe, and didn't give it another thought. I had a job to do and found my focus.

The hair extensions tickled my back and the floor was downright cold under my ass. I wasn't wearing any string thong today either, but I did have some re- ally gorgeous black stockings with pink ribbons laced around the top of my thighs and tied into bows.

Simon, my photographer for this shoot, was an unconventional dresser at best, but with his electric-blue skinny jeans paired with a lime-green shirt and white patent-leather ankle boots, he not only had me in need of retina protection but attempti