Page 112 of An Inevitable Marriage
“Ohhh! This is such a good look on you.”
Fuckoff. The words were there on my tongue, but thankfully, I never voiced them. Instead, I stepped forward and poked the damn button again.
Somewhere behind me, Tamara snickered, but I didn’t care. The doors whooshed open, and I was out. Hurrying down the corridor until I reached the studio.
There was a sign on the door.
Do not disturb, shoot in progress.
Yeah, my ass.
I shoved the door open and marched inside. Gasps sounded all around me.
I ignored them all.
My gaze zeroed in on Snow. She stood in front of Francisco, covered up in a fluffy robe, and her beautiful face scrunched up with concern. She said something I couldn’t make out.
Francisco immediately shook his head and motioned to the person next to him. Probably the model everyone was gushing about. I ground my back molars to the point of pain. And when the asshole’s gaze slid overmy wifeand he took her hand to his mouth, something sharp and vicious snapped inside me.
“Get your fucking paws off my wife unless you want me to break them off.”
Crossing the room in a few quick strides, I slipped in beside Snow and curled my arm around her waist. Thankfully, the idiot had dropped her hand, so there was no need for violence…yet.
“What the hell is going on here, Francisco?”
My temper tantrum didn’t bother him one bit. With a simple shrug, he handed me a few sketches. “I was inspired.”
The images were good. Sensual and intimate. They’d make fantastic ad campaigns, but at what cost?
“I need a moment alone with my wife.” I’d said it loud enough for everyone to hear.
One by one, they all filed out of the big space until it was just Snow and me.
I faced her. “Are you comfortable with this new direction?”
Snow sucked her lip into her mouth, rolling it over her teeth. “I don’t know. The photos seem intimate, really intimate. And with what I’m wearing…” A sigh blew over her lips. “I just don’t know.”
“May I?” My hands went to the knot of the robe. I waited until she gave the okay before I tugged on the ends. It fell open, but not enough for me to see what was underneath.
Snow put me out of my misery by gently shrugging it over her shoulders.
The fluffy material pooled at her feet at the same time as an unholy growl tore from my lungs.
Lace. So much fucking lace.
The gauzy purple material covered her breasts and slipped up around her neck. It wasn’t sheer enough to see her nipples, but the outlines were there. From her waist, the material changed into something more netlike that flowed down along the curve of her hips.
This part of the dress was thin enough to reveal the matching lace panties underneath.
My blood hummed viciously in my veins.
“Holy shit, Snow, you’re fucking gorgeous.”
Her cheeks turned a pretty rosy color at my words, and it was all I could do to not have my way with her right there in the middle of the studio.
Until it registered that Francisco wanted to photograph her like this…with another man’s hands on her body.
“I’m going to kill him.”
