Page 43 of In Love with Lewis Prescott
I chuckle at how playful he’s being.
“In my professional opinion, you look hot as hell, Lewis.” I manage a steady tone even as my cheeks tingle.
“Thanks.”
He lowers himself onto the chaise and lies down, keeping one leg flat while bending the other to shield his goods. He drapes one arm over his chest and lolls his head slightly to the side. I snap a few shots before he sits up and poses with his legs bent, elbows resting on his knees. I move over to get a profile shot of his pose.
“Thank god no one has built up that hillside directly opposite your house, huh? They’d be in for one hell of a shocking view if they looked out their window right about now.”
I laugh and suggest he stand up and lean his elbows on the wooden railing of the veranda while looking out into the distance. “And try for a more thoughtful facial expression, a side of you people aren’t used to seeing,” I suggest, managing to get into the actual aesthetic of the shoot.
Lewis takes direction like the pro he is. He knows when to vary his movements only slightly to refine a pose and when it’s better to try something different.
“You’re really good at this,” I say as I move around to follow the sunlight to better illuminate the shot.
“You’re a good photographer,” he says, and he holds that pensive look on his face as I snap a pic.
“It’s only because I have a good model to work with. I honestly have no idea what I’m doing.”
“Well, you’re doing a better job than a chunk of the photographers I’ve worked with. You’re not screaming unintelligible directions at me or making me hold uncomfortable positions. That slingshots you all the way to the top in my book.”
I chuckle a “thanks” before pausing for a moment. “I know we talked about not having any full-frontal nudity, but how would you feel about a backside shot? You leaning on the railing, flexing a bit to really show off your back and leg muscles? With the sun lighting you from behind and the rocky hillside in the background, you’d look like a warrior. I think your fans would go wild for that.”
He beams. “I’m into it.”
I take a few snaps. When I walk over and show them to him, his face lights up. “Damn, you’re right. Something about that image looks so raw.”
“And powerful.”
I reach up to smooth down his hair.
“Did I get a bit messy?” He grins.
“A little.”
Our stares connect for a few seconds. I’m standing just inches from his naked body. I can feel the warmth from his skin skimming along my body.
As much as I love it, I take a step back so I don’t come off like a total creep. “Should we take some interior shots?”
He nods, and I notice the look on his face is slightly dazed. For the next hour, I take photos of Lewis lying down on the hardwood floor, in the doorways of the house, even next to a pile of raw construction materials in the garage.
By the end of it, we’re laughing and chatting, like we’ve done this a million times before.
“These photos are incredible, Harper,” he says as he secures the belt of his robe around his waist. “Your eye is really sharp.”
“Maybe my architect’s eye for design and aesthetic came into play. But it was mostly due to you. It’s amazing how comfortable you are in front of the camera with no clothes on.”
“It’s always better to be naked,” he says before filling a glass with water.
I ignore the flash of heat his teasing words unleash inside me. He’s clearly joking, so I offer my own joke in return.
“Except when you’re in public,” I say.
When I look up, I notice he’s still got that easy smile on his face, but his expression has turned determined.
“Is that a dare?” he asks.
I bite my lip, knowing full well where this line of teasing is headed. “If you want it to be.”
