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coming by later.”
    Elianya looked at Leos and wondered again if the man were gay or if he just wasn’t interested in her. She’d never pushed it. It was so hard to find a great photographer who didn’t go off into artistic flights.
    He sat behind the desk, popped his camera in a base and tapped his long, white fingers over keys. His hair was trimmed short, his triangular face devoid of mustache or beard. A diamond winked from his right earlobe and gold linked across his almost fragile wrists.
    Unlike her last photographer, Leos was so clean, he could have been religious.
    Hell, maybe he was. She’d never seen him drink, he allowed no drugs on set and if a girl 15
    was too high to perform, he sent her home.
    Leos was not only her photographer for their little side venture, he was also the studios legitimate photographer for both the ad layouts and other modeling agencies. He was talented and driven--a damn genius. Two reasons, Elianya saw, to keep him on.
    She watched the photos pop up on screen. Leaning down, her arm against the back of his chair, her hand splayed on the desktop, she caught his stolen glance down her cleavage.
    Elianya turned to him and grinned. Let him look, she’d paid enough for these babies. Well, technically, Viktor had paid for them.
    She focused on the photos, nixed the ones she didn’t care for, told him some changes to make in positions. While his fingers tapped the keys and he moved the mouse, she leaned down and whispered in his ear.
    “I have another job for you. Are you interested?”
    His fingers paused over the keys. “Perhaps. What job?”
    She thought about what to tell him. He probably wouldn’t do it. For a man who thought of photography as an art, Leos was undeniably stiff. Even if he did film porns on the side.“I’ve some new clients and girls I’d like to shoot.”
    He looked at her and asked, “How old?”
    She let her gaze roam over the gaggle of women and young ladies here. She knew most of them were college age, some didn’t care and only wanted the money. A few worked in the public clubs that were above ground for the most part. But two, two were in the corner and very quiet. Those two were hers. They spoke to no one and merely sat staring at the wall.
    “Younger than anything here,” she whispered.
    “No.”
    Elianya laughed and ruffled his short graying hair. “You are almost boring.”
    He tapped again on the keys and picked up his camera.
    Damn it, she wanted him to shoot the scenes. “I’ll pay you double what you normally make here in three hours.”
    Knowing his fees, she assumed he’d jump on that offer.
    “No.”
    “Over a grand an hour, Leos?” She raked her nails over his shoulder, but he shook her off and stood. “You need to let loose some of those morals, my friend.”
    His eyes didn’t stray from hers. “No, Elianya. Find another. I do this,” he motioned to the girls sitting around props, two on the bed, another on the silk draped floor, “but I draw the line at younger. Period.”
    She huffed out a sigh. “Please, Leos?” She ran a finger up the front of his white pullover.
    “No.”
    Damn. Elianya tapped her spiked heel against the floor. “It’s merely photos, Leos.
    A click of the camera.”
    He huffed out a breath, but he didn’t say no.
    “I’ll add another five hundred an hour. That’s two G’s. Where the hell else can you make that kind of money an hour, Leos?”

    16

    His shoulders dropped. “When?”
    She smiled. “I’ll let you know tomorrow night. Probably, we shoot early on the thirty-first, no? No, that’s tomorrow, isn’t it? Then on the first.” Elianya whispered, her lips brushing Leos’s ear, “It’s merely a few photos, Leos. Don’t put me in a bind. I might have to find another photographer. Then what would you do?”
    He huffed a sigh out, glared at her and finally said, “What am I to do?”
    “Take pictures and keep your mouth shut.”
    Leos watched her, she saw the indecisiveness in his