Total pages in book: 45
Estimated words: 43198 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 216(@200wpm)___ 173(@250wpm)___ 144(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 43198 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 216(@200wpm)___ 173(@250wpm)___ 144(@300wpm)
I look into his eyes and then gesture around the room. “Can you get rid of these people?”
His eyebrows lift, but all he has to do is look at the man that’s been standing in the corner all day. He gives him a gesture, and soon the man has ushered everyone out, and we’re alone.
“Wow. You know how to clear a room.”
His eyes are boring into me. “Why did you want to be alone, Lindsey? What’s your one condition?”
I step back from his hold. He doesn’t want to let me go, but he does, and I hold the camera up between us. “Let me take your picture.” I gesture to him. “Like this.”
He looks down at himself, sans jacket and tie, sleeves rolled up. He doesn’t look like a stuffy billionaire now. He laughs. “You want to take my picture. And then you’ll go to dinner with me?”
CHAPTER 2
MILLER
Lindsey is the most beautiful woman I’ve ever laid eyes on. I canceled all my meetings for today. It was not my intention. Hell, I didn’t even want to come to this thing, but it was an obligation—like all the other things that I don’t want to do are.
But then as soon as I looked at Lindsey, I knew that I wanted to sit here and watch her work. I ignored my phone and all other responsibilities because nothing was more important than being here, watching her.
When she took my picture, it was quick and professional. She didn’t look at me with dollar signs in her eyes. Hell, if anything, she looked at me like she was rushed and obligated to take my picture.
And then I watched her work. Men flirted with her, and she ignored them. She was professional, only showing emotion behind the camera.
She’s still staring up at me, holding her camera between us. I lean down so we’re more eye to eye. “What do you say, Lindsey? Deal? I let you take my picture and you let me take you to dinner?”
She sucks in a breath. “Just dinner?”
I nod even though in my mind, I’m thinking of all the other things I want to do with her.
She nods, and I look around the now empty room. The photoshoot is for a magazine spread. There are twenty business entrepreneurs being featured, and even though I never agree to things like this, I knew I couldn’t avoid it. My sister asked me to do it, and how could I tell her no? Especially after all she’d been through?
“Okay,” Lindsey murmurs softly. She looks around the room. “Can you stand next to that window?”
I walk over to where she’s pointing. “You sure you don’t want my jacket and tie on?”
I turn, and I swear I catch her looking at my ass. I smirk, and red blooms on her cheeks. I’m rolling down my sleeves, and she reaches out to stop me. As soon as her fingertips touch my skin, I feel a jolt go through my body.
I wonder if she felt it too by the way she pulls her hand back as if she’s been burned or something. Her voice is husky. “Don’t. Don’t roll your sleeves down. I want to take your picture… just like that.”
I let my arms fall to my sides and stand next to the big bay window. The photo session was set up at a conference room at the Regency Inn hotel in Jasper. It’s only thirty minutes from Whiskey Run, and I’m supposed to have dinner with my family tonight, but I already called and canceled. They are going to know something is up because I never cancel on my family.
The flash goes off before I can smile.
She continues taking photos, and this time when she looks at the images on the screen, she smiles. She fuckin’ smiles.
Lindsey starts talking. “Why did you agree to this? Everyone knows that you don’t normally like this kind of thing.”
I can’t stop the smile. “You’ve been researching me?”
She smiles but also rolls her eyes. “I’m from Whiskey Run. Everyone in town knows who you are.”
I stumble over my words. “You live in Whiskey Run?”
She nods and then hides behind the camera again and takes more pictures. She points to a chair in the corner. “Have a seat, elbows on your knees, leaning forward.”
My eyebrows arch. “You want me to take my shirt off too?”
She smiles, and then it's like she catches herself. “No, as much as all the women would love that, I don’t think that’s the look the magazine is going for.” She clears her throat. “So are you going to tell me why you said yes to this project?”
Normally, I don’t tell anyone my business. I’ve learned that people will use things against you if it’s going to benefit them, but something about Lindsey makes me want to open up. “I want to bring attention to the organization.”