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“PLACES, EVERYONE,” the photographer’s assistant called out. “Let’s try that pose again.”
Alain took his place next to Dahlia, who was seated on a stool looking utterly delicious. It had taken all of his willpower to leave her at her hotel room last night. He could only imagine how good it would be waking up next to her sometime. But not yet. Dahlia was special, and he didn’t want to do anything to endanger what they had.
“Hey, handsome,” she whispered.
“Hey, gorgeous.” They were keeping their relationship on a professional level. Alain could tell by the way the photographer grinned at him, he suspected there was more between them. The camera lens didn’t lie.
He’d shot with this photographer before. Nils Andersen was a genius in capturing moods and subjects. He was one of the world
