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intensity was still there when he smiled at her. “I guess I’ll have to wait until you’re out to see that tattoo.”
    She nodded with a short, sharp jerk of her chin. Then she was almost scrambling to grab her small makeup kit with her toothbrush and a comb, and a soft cotton maxi that was as much sundress as nightgown. Quickly she locked herself inside the bathroom.
    It wasn’t until Kaz was getting out of the shower and finger-combing her short hair that she realized she hadn’t thought to bring clean underwear in with her. The only way to show him the tattoo would be to pull the hem of the gown all the way up or just take the damned thing off.
    It took her a few seconds more to realize she was hyperventilating, but she sucked in a deep breath, held it, felt her heart rate slow to normal, and then let it out.
    This was a job. Jake was her employer. He’d hired her to model intimate body art. She’d signed the contract, and she needed the money. So what if he was funny and smart and drop-dead gorgeous? He was still her boss until the shoot was over.
    Softly muttering, “This is just a job,” she stepped out of the bathroom and into their beautiful hotel room that was more shadow than light.
    *   *   *
    Most women took forever in the shower. Kaz walked out of the steamy bathroom in less than ten minutes, wearing a body-hugging, ankle-length navy blue dress with her wet hair combed straight back from her face.
    Jake almost choked on his last swallow of port.
    She was outrageously gorgeous, even without makeup, her hair slicked back, and her body covered in a long clingy gown that hugged every dip and curve of her tall, slim frame before ending in an uneven hem just above her ankles.
    He’d photographed enough beautiful women to know that the thing she wore would look like a sack on anyone else. On Kaz it merely emphasized the perfect symmetry of her long legs, wide shoulders, and small breasts.
    She set her overnight bag on the floor beside the bed she’d chosen and glanced about nervously. Then she folded her arms across her chest almost defensively, and tilted her head to one side. “I know this gig is to show off body jewelry. I figure if I’m going to show you the tattoo, you might as well see what else I’ve got so you can figure out the shots you want, though I’ll admit I’m not all that comfortable with at least one of them making a public debut.”
    She laughed, obviously nervous. It bothered him—they’d both been totally relaxed with one another since their trip began. He looked into those deep brown eyes and merely shrugged. “We can work up to the more intimate shots. Maybe once you feel more comfortable with me?”
    This time, Kaz was the one who shrugged. Was she faking it as well as he was, or did she really see this as a professional request, not the personal one it had become?
    At least for him.
    She bent at the waist, reached down and grabbed the uneven hem of her gown, then tugged it over her head. There was nothing staged about the display. She didn’t tease him as she quickly drew it up and over her body, but he reacted just the same.
    Immediately, almost viciously, his dick was so hard he hurt, and his breath caught in his throat at the pure and simple beauty of her. But she’d stripped off the dress to show him the tattoo, so he forced himself to focus on the art.
    It was amazing; the brilliant orange and black butterfly looked alive, as if it might take flight, its wings carrying it away from the soft curves of her body.
    Trapped in the color, in the moment, he moved closer and went to his knees to get a better look. “How long ago did you have this done?” He ran his fingers lightly over the glistening colors, almost expecting to come away with the dust from live wings on his fingertips. He glanced up in time to return her smile. “It looks brand-new.”
    â€œA little over a