The handsome, uptight suit had transformed into a sexy, rugged outdoorsman…wearing jeans that rode low on his hips and hugged those strong thighs. If she so much as peeked at his ass, their no-touch agreement would be null and void.
Turns out, agreeingnotto touch him only made her more desperate to lay her hands on his rock-hard body or run her fingers through his hair and ruffle those slicked-down strands.
Another breeze cooled her sun-kissed cheeks and she faced the wind. Being outside snapping pictures was her happy place. Being around Zander ignited something deep inside her heart that made her feel safe and secure—and less alone.
Stepping close, she tilted her face toward his. “Run your fingers through your hair.”
He frowned. “What?”
“Mess it up. It’s too neat.”
“What difference does that make?”
“Are you arguing with me?”
He jammed his hand into his pocket. “Clearly. What does this have to do with being your assistant?”
“You’re in my test shot and your slicked-down hair is catching the sunlight. It’s distracting me.”
“You do it.”
Fighting against the desire, she dug her hand into her pocket. “No.”
“What do you do on a shoot?”
“The stylist or makeup artist works with the models.”
“And on the jobs when the budget can’t afford them?”
She bit back a smile. “I do it.”
“Have at it.” He folded his arms across his muscled chest wall.
“No. I’mnottouching you.”
“If you don’t do it, the pictures will suffer. You don’t want that, do you?” As if trying to tempt her, he arched his brow and waited.
Desperate to feel his silky strands tickle her fingertips, she lifted her hand. Wasn’t she breaking her own rule? She stilled, their fiery gazes locked on each other like two warriors doing battle. His breath shifted, his lids grew heavy.He wants me to touch him.
Desire thrummed through her. She wanted to throw her arms around him, press her lips to his, and kiss the hell out of him. Agreement be damned. Instead, she dropped her hand like a lead ball. “I’ll manage.”
“Dammit, Savannah.” His jaw ticked as he raked his fingers through his plastered hair.
Her heart pounded a frenetic rhythm. Now, Zander King was flat-out gorgeous and totally irresistible. “Much better. You’re very good at touching yourself.”
He chuffed out a laugh. “Going forward, you should do it.”
“Not happening, brother.” Swallowing down the unrelenting lust, she backed up, lifted the camera, and began shooting.
Click-click-click-click-click-click.
She studied the test shots, then switched cameras. “Stay right there.”
Retreating down the path, she chugged down a lung-filling breath. She’d never worked with anyone she wanted so badly.
Looking through the viewfinder, she scanned the area until she found her target.
Zander.
