Rock Your Heart Out (Sinful Serenade #3) Read Online Free

god, he's talking about sex again. I take a long sip of water in the hopes of cooling off.
    It doesn't help.
    We eat in silence. The food is good. Especially the eggplant dish. When I'm stuffed, I thank him for dinner and attempt to relax.
    Tom finishes a few minutes later. He pushes the plates aside and leans closer. "You want to tell me why you're here?"
    "At this restaurant—"
    "In Reno. Drew didn't mention you coming, so I know it was last minute. And the way you've been acting. You're running from something."
    I swallow hard. I can't tell Tom. He might relay the information to Drew. I shake my head. No. I'm not telling him.
    "I can reword to make it a demand," he says.
    "It's not any of your business."
    He looks upset. But why? Tom barely knows me. He doesn't have any right to expect me to share my secrets.
    An idea hits me. Perfect. It gets me out of answering without telling him to go fuck himself.
    I look back at Tom. "I'll tell you. If you do something for me."
    He sits up, intrigued. "I'm listening."
    "I have an application for a photography job due at noon tomorrow and I don't have any pictures for it."
    He shifts back to teasing, shaking his head in mock outrage. "Procrastinating on your homework. I expected better from you, Willow."
    "Hey! You have any idea how hard it is to ask someone to get half naked so you can take sexy pictures of them?"
    "It can be hard ."
    Oh. I clear my throat. "Are you familiar with boudoir?"
    He nods.
    "I need a model. I have ten photos due tomorrow. You wouldn't have to get naked. Just underwear."
    "Sure. I'll do it."
    What?
    "Try not to look so surprised." He smiles, the picture of confidence. "You want to use my hotel room or you need some place sexier?"
    My head is swimming. Tom is going to pose for me. I take a deep breath. "No. The hotel room is perfect."
    For Tom.
    Half-naked.
    In front of my camera.

CHAPTER FOUR
    I scan the room to assess the lighting situation. There are reading lamps on each side of the king bed. There's a bright fluorescent bulb above the couch. Then there's the bathroom.
    My options are limited. But I can work with that. I take a few pictures of the room to see how it looks on screen. Too dark, no contrast. I turn my camera to Tom. He looks right into the lens.
    "We starting already?" he asks.
    "Not yet."
    Click . It's hard to make out his expression. But one thing is certain.
    He's trouble.
    He plays with the zipper of his hoodie, raising a brow. "You need me to start stripping, Mistress Photographer?"
    Oh yeah. Trouble.
    It takes great restraint to stay calm and professional. "Not yet. We'll start with you fully dressed."
    I set my camera down and mess with the lights. With no way to angle them, my options are limited. I arrange the lamps sans shades until the room is filled with an angelic glow. The soft lighting will be a perfect contrast to the mischievous look in Tom's eyes.
    When I'm finished, I turn my attention back to him.
    Deep breath. I'm a photographer. If I want any chance of working with clients, I need to get over my shyness. Doesn't matter that my current model is smoking hot and about to strip. It's part of the job.
    I look at Tom like he's a prop. Okay. That's it. I point to a spot in front of the bed. "Can you stand there?"
    "Naked?" He teases.
    My cheeks flush. He's a prop. "No. As you are."
    He moves. His hands go to the zipper of his hoodie. He raises a brow. "Do I need to model?"
    "If you want."
    Something in his expression shifts, more posed and more relaxed at once. He is modeling. And he's good at it too. His expression is playful and sexy. It's perfect.
    Click, click, click .
    "Tease the camera." I motion to his zipper. "Like you're teasing me."
    "You sure? Don't want to get you all worked up and send you home wanting."
    My cheeks flush again. It's damn hot in here. I have to tease him back, make him think I'm as comfortable with this as he is. "It's an occupational hazard."
    "Shit. Never thought I'd want to be anything other