Picture Perfect

Rachel's landed what seems like a dream assignment: photographing firefighters for their annual charity calendar. All goes well until she meets Zach, whose as gorgeous as he is camera shy. And the teasing of his station mates during the shoot does not help the situation. So Rachel makes an unconventional proposal: if he comes to her studio, she'll take the pictures there. When alone, the two of them quickly discover they have a lot in common, and a physical chemistry hotter than any fire...

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I frowned as I looked through the viewfinder of my camera. “Try to relax,” I called out. “You look you’re about to get a root canal or something.”

The fireman posing for me in front of his truck grimaced and muttered something under his breath. His station-buddies weren’t helping the situation. Laughing and calling and just in general poking fun at his discomfort.

Even though he was frowning and grumpy, I could see why he’d been selected to represent his station. He had movie star good-looks and was still in his mid-twenties, with a toned, muscular body. If I could get him to be less miserable about posing, it was likely that he would be chosen for the cover of the calendar I was shooting. “Just one little smile. Please?”

His lips started to turn up. I poised my finger over my shutter button, ready to capture it the moment it fully formed.

“Smile now, Zach.” One of the firefighter’s spoke in a high, singsong falsetto that I suspected was at least partly an imitation of my own voice. “You’re going to be a star!”

The faint smile vanished.

I groaned and tried to think of a polite way to ask the others to leave. Not such an easy prospect, considering that the shoot was taking place right in the middle of the fire station. But before I could, the alarm bell rang.
Immediately, all joking and teasing stopped. The men ran to get their gear. I moved my tripod out of the way and packed up my lenses, camera, and flash.

As they ran past me to jump onto their truck, I managed to catch Zach by the arm. Ignoring the way my pussy fluttered and grew wet at the contact, I held out one of my business cards. “Come by my studio later so we can finish your shoot.”

He looked from my card, to my hand, to my face. “Wouldn’t that be difficult? Without the gear?”

“I’ll figure out a way to make it work. I just think it would be more comfortable for you without an audience.”

“Come on, Zach! We have to move!”

“I…” There was no mistaking the uncertainty in his eyes and thought I was going to have to remind him of the purpose of the calendar: charity. But then he took the card out of my fingers and gave me the closest thing to a real smile all afternoon. “I’ll call you.”