Page 15 of Sending Nudes to My Boss

After over twoyears of working for this man, I know I should do better than quitting on the spot via an email. Even if he’s been a pain in the butt to work for, he deserves a normal two weeks’ notice.

But I can’t do that. So I hit send on my resignation email, with the wordseffective immediatelyincluded.

I just can’t imagine going into work again tomorrow after all of this. I feel so stupid. I can’t believe I didn’t put all of this together until after we already had sex. I should have been more careful when sharing those photos, and then they never would have ended up in William’s hands to begin with.

He thought I was trading favors. He thought I was saying “Here you go. Have my body in exchange for legal representation.”

Not that he had any real attraction to me. No romantic feelings towards me.

My crush never really ended, did it? I convinced myself I was past my feelings for my boss, but really I was just suppressing them. As soon as that man put his hands on me, my brain scrambled and I melted beneath him like butter.

I don’t know what he must think of me now.

And honestly? I’m not sure I know what to think of him, either. If he really thought that me sending him nudes to repay the favor was okay…

I never thought of William as that kind of guy before, I guess. He’s always been a grump. A perfectionist with a tendency to be condescending and gruff. But he’s never been a perv. He’s always treated me with professionalism and respect.

But then, he thought I was the one coming onto him, didn’t he? So maybe I’m being unfair to him.

I am so mixed up, I don’t even know what to think. All I know is that I cannot work for him anymore. Not for one more day.

My savings will hold me over for a while, until I find a new nine to five job. But it kills me that this means I probably have to start over, using the savings to pay my bills that was meant to help me expand my studio and buy more equipment.

My phone dings and I look at it with a mixture of excitement and dread. Any minute now, I’m guessing I’ll get a text or a call from William, some response to the email I just sent with trembling thumbs. But instead it’s a text from my newest client, Amy.

“Looking forward to the shoot later! Question: Should I curl my hair or leave it straight?”

Oh, crap. In all of the chaos of today, I forgot I’ve got a client coming into the studio today. I shoot her a reply, telling her to do whatever she wants to her hair. I’ve got a dressing table at the studio and we can always change things up as we go.

Then I rise, wash the streaky makeup off my face, and throw my shoulders back.

Maybe I’ve messed up my job at William’s law firm. But that job was never my dream, anyway. Photography is what makes my heart full. And I’m not going to let this horrible day ruin a photoshoot. Amy is counting on me.

“Thank you so much. I was so nervous when I came in but after a couple of minutes, I was comfortable right away!”

“I’m so glad you had a good experience,” I beam at Amy. “It’s hard, taking your clothes off for a virtual stranger.”

“It’s hard taking my clothes off in front of anyone,” she shrugs. “Even my husband. He swears he loves me the way I am, but I still hide when I change my clothes.”

“But you’re giving him this gift?” I raise my brows. Amy booked the Anniversary Album shoot. Basically, a photoshoot in several outfits. I take the photos, make the prints, and assemble a sexy scrapbook for the client’s husband’s eyes only.

So far, there have been no complaints from the men in my clients’ lives. One said it was the best damn gift they’ve ever gotten.

Men who love their curvy women make my knees weak. I always feel a little bit of envy for my clients, even though I’m also happy for them. One day, maybe I’ll have a man in my life who adores me like that.

“This is a beautiful space, too,” Amy continues. “I love how you’ve got all the different rooms. It looks like a honeymoon suite.”

“That was the vibe we were going for,” I grin.

This studio is above my friend Katie’s plus-sized clothing boutique. Together, we make a good duo, sending each other business back and forth. They buy their outfits downstairs, then book a photoshoot upstairs. All of it caters to the needs of plus-sized women and their comfort levels.

My brother, Darren, owns the whole building. Right now, I don’t pay him any rent for the space. The perk of being related tothe landlord. Otherwise I wouldn’t be able to afford a place like this.

He gave me three months of free rent to help me get things off the ground and scale my business. Those three months are almost up, and I’m not ready. And now I don’t even have a day job to keep me afloat.

“This space used to be an apartment,” I explain. “So it has that at-home kind of vibe. Last week, one of my clients did a whole photoshoot in just the kitchen area. The theme was sexy baking. She made actual cookies in the oven and everything.”

“Oooh, that’s such a good idea,” Amy says. “Luke loves cookies.”

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