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you, because you can’t help it. Arch that back, because his hands feel so good. Yeah, that’s it. That’s beautiful.”
    Knowing that he was about to dive down a woman’s jeans would have been good. It would have been brilliant, if Will had had the least bit of confidence that she was enjoying it. As it was, it was about as sexy as a rugby scrum.
    “That’s got to be enough,” he said after Calvin had snapped away some more. “And you’re not using it unless I say so.”
    Calvin stepped away from the camera, popped out the memory card, and took it over to the computer. “I couldn’t anyway. Don’t have the lighting right. Sit down, shut up, and hang on.”
    Will’s mouth opened a little. Bloody hell, Americans were rude. He should walk out the door. Why wasn’t he walking out the door?
    Because he was curious. He shouldn’t care what this arrogant bastard thought, but his pride was on the line now. He wanted to see if he’d passed.
    “Yeah…yeah,” Calvin was muttering, scrolling through image after image. Will glanced over his shoulder. He looked like himself, maybe a bit narky, but then, he had been. But Gretchen did look sexy. Her mouth was soft, her head thrown back, her eyes half-closed, her back arching under his hands. She looked like a woman who was two-thirds of the way there already. Like she’d been a whole lot more into it than she actually had been.
    “Pretty good,” Calvin said. “All right. You two wait outside while I get through the rest of them, and we’ll see.”
    “I don’t think so,” Will said. Enough was enough. “Talk to me. Tell me what the job is, because I know bugger all about it. How much I’d be…putting my hands on somebody, if I did it. Let alone anything else, because I’m not doing anything else.” He could see why Lelei hadn’t wanted Solomon to get the job. There wasn’t a single one of Will’s own sisters or cousins who’d have let her man sign up for this, no matter how many babies had been on the way.
    The girl with the coffee spoke up. Soothing him again. “Mostly standing up. Well, not entirely. But mostly. Mainly wearing just your pants, or with your shirt open, because men look better wearing a few clothes, for some odd reason. Whereas women look better without them. Why is that?” She grinned at him, and he had to laugh, because she was right, at least as far as he was concerned. And because he liked her smile.
    “Because women are prettier, maybe?” he suggested. “All smooth and soft? And you know what they say. The circle is Nature’s perfect shape.”
    She choked back a laugh, then went on hastily at another glare from Calvin. “Ahem. There’ll be some shots lying down on a bed, too, of course, tangled up in her, with your hand in her hair. Like that. You won’t be kissing her, because kissing doesn’t photograph well. You’ll be looking dark and dominant and broody, that’s all. Here.” She reached for a clipboard, came and stood next to him, flipped a page. “This is a partial shot list, just sketched out, but it should give you an idea.”
    Her hair smelled good. Like flowers. She was leaning into him a little, holding out the clipboard. Wearing all her clothes, and not pretending anything at all. Somehow, it was so much sexier than holding a half-naked Gretchen, and he was getting distracted. Because she was so…curvy. So soft and pretty and warm there beside him.
    He made himself focus, ran a finger down the list, and came to a screaming stop near the bottom. “Bondage Shots? Shower shots? Spanking shots? Hang on.”
    “It’s not real,” she said. “It’s all just suggestion. Very tasteful. You won’t even be in all of them, especially the bondage shots. It’s all about the girl, for those. Some shots of you holding her, at most, with her hands behind her back. You know the kind of thing. And as for the shower shots, you can wear a…a Speedo or something. And I won’t peek.” She was laughing at him again, he