Jade
I stepped out of the studio still buzzing, the silk robe tied loosely around me and my skin warm from the lights. The black lace underneath felt almost too sensitive now, every shift reminding me how exposed I’d just been. The photographer had been right — I did feel powerful by the end. But that didn’t stop the flush on my cheeks when I caught Victor leaning against the wall again, arms crossed, eyes tracking me like I was the only thing in the hallway.
“Jade,” he said, voice low. “My office in five.”
I gave him a tight smile and slipped back into the changing area to put my work clothes on. My pulse was still doing that annoying flutter. Great s*x was one thing. The way he looked at me afterward — like he wanted more than my body — was another.
Back at my desk, I tried to shake
