Page 231 of Forbidden Billionaires: Vol. 11
I made sure the guest room door was locked and followed her. “We have to make this quick,” I said and hopped off the ladder. “My parents will probably come check on us soon. And when they see we’re missing from my bedroom...”
“Yes, we need to have the fastest boudoir shoot in the history of boudoir shoots. Come with me.” Sophie pulled on my arm, dragging me out into the hallway and into another bedroom. She pushed open the door of the walk-in closet.
“Didn’t Liam say the owner of this apartment has been gone for a year? Why did she leave so many clothes here?”
“I don’t know. But this Russian girl has amazing taste. Isn’t this perfect?” Sophie pulled the white, floor-length fur coat that she’d already tried on off a hanger.
I was a little confused about why she’d chosen something so full coverage. But if a huge fur coat counted as sexy, I was totally here for it. “This really is perfect,” I said and pulled it on over my uniform. “Ready.” I put my hand on my hip.
Sophie laughed. “No.”
“You picked it out.”
“Yeah but you need to pair it with...” She opened up a drawer and pulled out some lacy white lingerie. “This.” She tossed it at me. “Put that on and wear the coat off one shoulder.”
“Seriously?”
“Do I look like I’m joking? It screams sexy Russian. And that’s the theme because we’re in a Russian’s apartment and time is of the essence!”
She was right. I didn’t have time to second guess her demands. And I wasn’t even sure I was going to send these to my kiss thief. I quickly changed and pulled the coat on.
Sophie grabbed my phone, pushed the furry material off one of my shoulders, and started snapping pictures. “Hand on your hip. No, higher. Great, but arch your back. More. And stick your butt back, trust me, it’ll make your waist look even tinier. Woah, no, not that much. Yes, there. And tilt your head to the side. Got it.”
I tried to follow her directions, but I was seconds away from falling over.
“Now drop the coat.”
“Sophie, I’m not taking pictures in just lingerie.”
“Your stalker is expecting no clothes at all. If anything, lingerie is a little prude, don’t you think?”
I wasn’t sure about that...
“But let’s change to black lingerie instead. It’ll make your pale skin pop.” She rummaged around some more and tossed my outfit change at me. If you could really call something so skimpy an outfit. There were so many thick straps on this one. And I had a hard time figuring out how to put it on.
“It screams bondage,” Sophie said as she helped me. “Your stalker is going to love this.”
“He’s not a stalker, Soph. He’s a kiss thief.”
“With great taste. Now go lie spread eagle on the bed.”
“What? No. And I need a robe or something.” I found a black silky robe on a hanger and pulled it on.
Sophie shook her head, but didn’t say anything. “At least get on the bed and like...jump up and down. Oh, with this pillow.” She tossed it at me. “Trust me.”
At least she’d let me wear a robe. I hopped onto the bed and started jumping on the mattress.
“Higher,” Sophie said.
This was actually kind of fun. I started jumping and for some reason Sophie laughed, which made me laugh. I laughed harder when she started chucking pillows at me. I blocked them with the pillow I was holding and then collapsed backward as she kept snapping photos.
“These are so hot, Scar. But it’s still a lot of coverage. What about a bashful nipple?”
I laughed. “What are you talking about?”
“You know. Have your bra slip down a little and pretend to look all shocked about it.”
“I’m not doing a bashful nipple.” I tossed the pillow at her head.
