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be intimidated, though. It wasn’t as if she’d planned this. Stubbornly she kept her hand out, daring him to shame himself by not taking it. "It's a pleasure to meet you, Xander. Charles was just telling me how lucky we are to have you both."
His scowl only deepened and his slate-gray eyes darkened. Lips pressed into a thin line, he took her hand and she immediately wished he hadn’t. It was like holding on to a live wire, the spike of electricity was so strong.
His much larger hand enveloped hers and his nostrils flared slightly as his pupils dilated. Despite the hostility, the flicker of awareness bloomed and as far as her body was concerned, they were the only two people in the room. Her brain did her no favors as it recalled the hot need flooding her veins as he took her nipple into his mouth, or the way he’d coaxed her orgasm out of her with his words.
Her brain tried to give the command to let go of his hand or pull back. Something. Instead, they stayed locked in that position. The charged electricity tore down the walls between them, baring their souls to each other. The only word that her brain registered was… want . Even after that mind-numbing orgasm last night. One he’d given her with very little effort on his part. The heat pooling between her thighs didn’t lie. Even if she’d admonished herself a million times since running out of his flat that morning, it didn't change the fact that she responded to him in a way she didn’t think she’d be able to respond to anyone ever again. What the hell was wrong with her?
And then she felt it, the stroke of his thumb over her knuckle. He might not even have realized he was doing it because his wide-eyed expression mirrored her surprise.
Jerking her hand back, she turned her attention to Abbie, who was now glaring at Xander. Imani tensed. Shit . Was she about to be at the center of some kind of lover's spat? Stupid, stupid, stupid. It was totally not her fault. The guy was walking sex appeal…with a penchant for hookers. Okay, maybe a little her fault. She plastered what she hoped was an appropriate mea culpa expression on her face.
But when Abbie turned to face her, her expression was just as warm as before. "Why don’t we get you set up with lighting."
Uh , okay … Maybe they had some weird polyamorous thing going. No judgment. Except, maybe, a little judgment. She couldn’t imagine sharing someone like Xander.
After she cleared her throat and regained her composure, she said, "Sure thing," then led the way down the stairs to the stage, refusing to turn back. Even though she could feel the heat of Xander's scowl on her back.
#
What the fuck? Xander stared at his hand flexing it, then stared back up at Abbie and Imani's retreating forms. His life had just gotten a hell of a lot more complicated. He nearly vibrated with anger and residual need. He’d known the girl was no escort, but this? She’d taken a hell of a risk last night for what? A role? Research? What if he’d been some kind of nutter?
"Is there a problem?" Charles's soft question was his first clue that he was acting like a complete nutter. Bloody fantastic.
"Nope. Everything’s wicked. Let's get started, shall we?"
"Yeah, right this way. For this shoot, we wanted to focus on the announcement of the leads. The final play each year is usually a pretty big deal. It’s an even bigger deal this year because of the play and our actors. Ryan has been building a portfolio here in Britain for years now since he was a child, so he's well known. But Imani is a newcomer.”
Ryan interjected. "Let me just say I'm a huge fan of your work. I was at your gallery opening at The Tate."
"Uh, thanks." That opening seemed like a million lifetimes ago.
"I'm excited you're going to be photographing us. Imani's pretty nervous, so if you need help getting her to cooperate, I can help with that. We’re pretty close."
The note of boastfulness set Xander’s nerves on edge and he slid Ryan a glance.
His scowl only deepened and his slate-gray eyes darkened. Lips pressed into a thin line, he took her hand and she immediately wished he hadn’t. It was like holding on to a live wire, the spike of electricity was so strong.
His much larger hand enveloped hers and his nostrils flared slightly as his pupils dilated. Despite the hostility, the flicker of awareness bloomed and as far as her body was concerned, they were the only two people in the room. Her brain did her no favors as it recalled the hot need flooding her veins as he took her nipple into his mouth, or the way he’d coaxed her orgasm out of her with his words.
Her brain tried to give the command to let go of his hand or pull back. Something. Instead, they stayed locked in that position. The charged electricity tore down the walls between them, baring their souls to each other. The only word that her brain registered was… want . Even after that mind-numbing orgasm last night. One he’d given her with very little effort on his part. The heat pooling between her thighs didn’t lie. Even if she’d admonished herself a million times since running out of his flat that morning, it didn't change the fact that she responded to him in a way she didn’t think she’d be able to respond to anyone ever again. What the hell was wrong with her?
And then she felt it, the stroke of his thumb over her knuckle. He might not even have realized he was doing it because his wide-eyed expression mirrored her surprise.
Jerking her hand back, she turned her attention to Abbie, who was now glaring at Xander. Imani tensed. Shit . Was she about to be at the center of some kind of lover's spat? Stupid, stupid, stupid. It was totally not her fault. The guy was walking sex appeal…with a penchant for hookers. Okay, maybe a little her fault. She plastered what she hoped was an appropriate mea culpa expression on her face.
But when Abbie turned to face her, her expression was just as warm as before. "Why don’t we get you set up with lighting."
Uh , okay … Maybe they had some weird polyamorous thing going. No judgment. Except, maybe, a little judgment. She couldn’t imagine sharing someone like Xander.
After she cleared her throat and regained her composure, she said, "Sure thing," then led the way down the stairs to the stage, refusing to turn back. Even though she could feel the heat of Xander's scowl on her back.
#
What the fuck? Xander stared at his hand flexing it, then stared back up at Abbie and Imani's retreating forms. His life had just gotten a hell of a lot more complicated. He nearly vibrated with anger and residual need. He’d known the girl was no escort, but this? She’d taken a hell of a risk last night for what? A role? Research? What if he’d been some kind of nutter?
"Is there a problem?" Charles's soft question was his first clue that he was acting like a complete nutter. Bloody fantastic.
"Nope. Everything’s wicked. Let's get started, shall we?"
"Yeah, right this way. For this shoot, we wanted to focus on the announcement of the leads. The final play each year is usually a pretty big deal. It’s an even bigger deal this year because of the play and our actors. Ryan has been building a portfolio here in Britain for years now since he was a child, so he's well known. But Imani is a newcomer.”
Ryan interjected. "Let me just say I'm a huge fan of your work. I was at your gallery opening at The Tate."
"Uh, thanks." That opening seemed like a million lifetimes ago.
"I'm excited you're going to be photographing us. Imani's pretty nervous, so if you need help getting her to cooperate, I can help with that. We’re pretty close."
The note of boastfulness set Xander’s nerves on edge and he slid Ryan a glance.
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