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Summary

Gwen is a capable and financially independent woman who works as a graphic designer at a popular magazine business. She also moonlights as a body parts model. Nails, fingers, hands, body, toes, everything but her face. The anonymity keeps her from getting in trouble and she only ever works with the one photographer, James Thomson. He finds the projects, she poses for them. It's a mutually beneficial relationship. Except she feels she has a slight advantage because she gets to spend time with James, a man she had been secretly in love with for the past several years. It's the way he is able to capture the best parts of her through his camera lenses, the soft touch of his hand on her skin when he adjusts her into the right positions, the whispered instructions and satisfied smiles when he's taken a picture of her and looks at it like it's the most beautiful thing he's seen.

Gwen isn't going to jeopardize what they have. James stays with his long-time girlfriend, a gorgeous blonde named Lily who has made her dislike for Gwen clear by repeatedly trying to kick her out of the apartment complex that's owned by her rich uncle.

Gwen doesn't want any trouble, so she locks her heart away and tells herself that it doesn't matter. They have a strictly professional relationship and she is perfectly fine with that... until he brings up an art book that he wants her to pose for.

Their relationship will never be the same again.

~~~~~ PG Excerpt ~~~~~

James Thomson chooses the perfect moment to bring up the book. The first pitcher of sangria is empty, and she is feeling just the right combination of light headed and buzzed, not drunk on the sangria, but relaxed and susceptible to things that might normally frighten her off. The dinner plates in front of them have been cleared with nothing left on the table except for the pitcher of sangria and a few rolls of biscuits in the basket between them, shimmering in the light of the unscented candles that are gradually blinding her.

A year ago, Gwen would think this was a date, but she knows better now. James is in a relationship. Lily has made it abundantly clear to her that Gwen is inferior to her in every way. She is taller, prettier, bustier, and richer. In fact, Gwen is living in an apartment complex owned by her uncle and she is fully capable of kicking Gwen to the curb if she so much as look at James in an inappropriate way. Short of peeing in a circle around James whenever Gwen comes around, she doesn't know what else the woman could do to make it clear that James is off limits.

So no, this is not a date. It's a business meeting. The fact that James chooses very picturesque locations to hold these meetings doesn't mean anything.

James, who must have been a storyteller in his past life, even gives his story a title of sorts. "Have I ever told you about my Uncle Louis's legacy?"

Gwen could not forget Uncle Louis even if someone had hit her over the head with a club and gave her a concussion. Her experience with him is unlike anyone she has ever met and she doubts she would meet anyone like him ever again. Though he calls the man 'uncle', he was really his father's childhood friend, an eccentric older gentleman she has only met once a few years ago, when he passed by in his journey to travel to every major city in the world until his money runs out.

She hadn't and told him that she didn't have the right feet for it. James does not pick up many high-heel advertising for her to do because her feet are not the regular size, but Uncle Louis would hear nothing of it, calling her a beauty.

"Allow me to buy you a pair of red heels and photograph you in them," he said, "As a memento of our meeting."

• Contemporary Fiction
• Erotica