“Perfect.” I gestured to the reading nook. “Sit in that chair. Look brooding.”
“Brooding?”
“Intense. Mysterious. Like you’re thinking deep thoughts about the book.”
He settled into the chair, book open in his hands. Looked up at me. “Like this?”
I almost dropped my phone.
He looked perfect. The morning light from the window caught his hair. The compression shirt showed off every muscle. His expression was focused, intense, as if the book actually had his full attention.
Women were going to riot.
“Yeah,” I said weakly. “Just like that.”
I took the photo. Then another. Then five more from different angles.
“Can I move now?”
“No. Try looking out the window. Thoughtful. Like you’re processing what you just read.”
He did. The bastard was surprisingly good at this.
I took more photos. Him standing by the shelves. Him reaching for a book on a high shelf, inked arms stretched overhead, muscles bulging. Him sitting on the floor with his back against the bookshelf, book in his lap.Gods,that lap. I wanted to bounce on it so fucking badly. Each photo was better than the last. Each one was going to destroy my comment section.
“Okay,” I said finally. “I think we’re good.”
“What happens now?”
“Now I post these and watch the internet lose its collective mind.” I was already editing the first photo. Adding a filter, writing a caption. “And tomorrow, you’re wearing the next outfit.”
“There are more outfits?”
“Four more. One for each day this week.” I looked up at him. “You good with that?”
He was watching me with that expression again. The one that made me feel hunted and cherished all at once. “I am good with anything that keeps me near you, little mate.”
My heart did that clenching thing again.
I looked back at my phone. Posted the photo along with pictures of our newest books. Wrote:New additions to the Woods & Pages catalogue! Come to the store and find the best-seller you’re looking for. #bookstagram #romancereads #bookboyfriend
“There,” I said. “Done.”
“And now?”
“Now we wait for the chaos to begin.”
My phone buzzed. Once. Twice. Then continuously.
Comments were flooding in. Likes were racking up. People were sharing the post.
OMG WHO IS THAT
I’m moving to Ryeville immediately
Please tell me he’s single
I need to know what book he’s reading for research purposes
