Snap. Snap. Snap.
The camera clicked over and over until I had more than a hundred shots. My gallery was filled with versions of me I barely recognized—dangerous, sultry, sinful. I scrolled through them slowly, biting my lip as I tried to choose.
Finally, I settled on one. The perfect mix of tease and temptation.
I looked at the picture again and almost laughed—I could have passed for a porn star. And maybe that was exactly the effect I wanted.
The thought made my stomach twist. God, Elizabeth… look at you. So desperate. So hungry for his attention. What kind of woman sends half-naked pictures to a man who probably isn’t even thinking about her?
Still, my finger hovered over the screen. I whispered a little prayer in my head, silly, childish, but all I could manage—and hit send.
“Ple
