you how things work with me. As a general rule, I don’t get involved with the women I photograph. I’ve learned through trial and error that professional boundaries make for a low-drama life. So when I tell you that I want you for my book, I don’t have a hidden agenda. You’ll have a contract, and when you’re done, you’ll have twenty-five thousand dollars in the bank. I’ll have the images I need for my book, and you’ll have plenty of spending money in your pockets to go wild at the art-supply store. We both get what we want.”
The man had a way with persuasion; there was no doubt about that. Ian was sitting close enough to her that she could see every perfect feature of his face, from his golden skin and strong, determined jawline to his perfectly sculpted nose and lips. He was a walking billboard for what a healthy, handsome, all-American male should be. And, shockingly, she wasn’t repelled by his rock-hard body and handsome face, as she normally would be. In Ian’s case, she was atypically drawn to him, like a moth to a flame.
Before Jordan could say, “Let me think about it,” Ian glanced at his watch as said, “Look, I’ve got to start getting ready to head out of town on Monday. Why don’t we do this—I’ll have my attorney send you the contract via email. You left your information with Violet, right?”
Jordan nodded. This would give her time to think about Ian’s job offer with her head and not her impulses. She had a bad habit of making snap decisions, and often lived to regret them.
“Take a look at the contract—get an attorney to look it over—and if you’re interested, you’ve got a job waiting for you with me. But the ball’s in your court now, okay?” Ian offered her his hand.
“That sounds like a plan.” Jordan slipped her hand into his. As his warm skin touched hers, a spark of electricity jumped between them. Surprised, she looked down at their hands and then up into his face. She could tell by his expression that he had felt the spark as well, but instead of pulling his hand away, he held on to hers and gently squeezed her fingers. Just for a moment, before he let her hand slip away.
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