Chapter 22
Abby didn’t say anything. She took a deep, shuddering breath and sipped from her drink. “You do wonders with that camera,” she said after a moment, and rolled her shoulders. “All right. How does this work?”
Paige lifted her glass to her lips to hide any hints of desire. This was supposed to be professional for both of them, damn it. “Why don’t we start with some shots just as you are, with your shirt on and everything?” She gestured toward the little studio corner she had set up against the wall. “We’ll let you get comfortable and see what happens from there.”
Abby did as she was told, sitting in the chair and posing for a few different shots as Paige directed her. Paige got that not everyone saw with an artist’s eye, but she didn’t understand how not everyone could see just how beautiful Abby was.