“Yeah, sure, this isn’t creepy at all.” There was a shuffle, then the soft sound of fabric hitting the floor. My cock jumped. She was getting worse at trying to keep up this “bored and irritated” act. There was tension in her voice but it wasn’t anger.

I took a risk and spoke my mind. “Personally, Jess, I think you like it when you get a taste of your own medicine.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“It means you like it when someone is an asshole back to you.”

There was a long pause, and I knew I was right even when she finally said, “I’m going to pretend you didn’t say that.”

Her camera clicked multiple times, a pause between each. Damn, was she doing a whole photoshoot back there?

“What do you prefer?” she said. “Tits or ass?”

Christ. Was both a good answer? Because it was both. “Surprise me.”

“Something tells me you’re an ass man,” she said breezily.

“What makes you say that?”

“Vincent has a nice ass.”

I stiffened, my muscles snapping into high alert in an instant. Regardless of whatever strides of equality and acceptance the rest of the country made, Wickeston remained homophobic as fuck. Vincent and I kept things subtle, but it wasn’t exactly a secret. So I braced myself. I got ready for a snide comment, a poke at my masculinity, maybe worse.

“Don’t tell him I said that,” she said quickly. “Or I’m retracting all future nude payments.”

That…wasn’t what I’d expected.

“Won’t say a word,” I grunted, nerves making my voice hoarse. “Vince doesn’t need the ego boost anyway.”

I’d definitely be telling him. Absolutely, no doubt about it, I was blabbing the second I got the chance. He was going to completely lose his shit. I wasn’t the only one who was perving out over this girl.

After another minute of her snapping photos, she finally said, “Alright. Give me your phone number.”

I rattled them off, my heart rate skyrocketing. I waited with my back still turned to her until my screen lit up when her text came through. I opened the image attachments, keeping my breathing steady. My cock was so hard now there was no hiding it, the tent in my pants was almost cartoonish.

But God, she was…perfect.

“Jesus fucking Christ.” The words slipped out in a whisper, reverent and disbelieving. I quickly tucked my phone away. She was still naked behind me, so I didn’t look back even though the temptation was there, simply waving at her over my shoulder. “See ya’. Nice doing business with you.”

“Are you going to show anyone?”

Her sudden question made me pause. She didn’t sound worried. She sounded…curious? Intrigued?

Did I dare to think she sounded hopeful?