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Chapter Two
Daniel sat at a café table on the Tamarama beachside promenade in Sydney. Ever aware of the possibility of a good photograph, he scanned his surroundings with a practiced eye. On the steep concrete driveway leading down from the road, he hit pay dirt. His heart beat a little faster, and his body tightened in anticipation.
She was stunning. He caught a glimpse of a shapely leg between her skirt and the long black boots of her professionally matched outfit. But it was the high, round breasts and fuck-me curves that really grabbed his attention.
Long, straight hair streamed behind her in the breeze, the glare from the winter sun tinting it a coppery brown. Sunglasses perched on a small button nose hid her eyes. Full lips moved seductively as she spoke into her mobile phone.
His groin stirred.
He lifted his ever-present camera as his photographer’s instincts took over and zoomed in, focusing on her flawless skin. He waited until she faced him before he took the photograph. Several more were taken in quick succession, capturing her startled look first, then her annoyance, then finally determination, highlighted by the purse of her lips and set of her jaw.
She was pissed off.
He watched through his Nikon as she ended her call and marched toward him. Her proximity blurred the image, forcing him to lower the camera. She was close enough now that the scent of vanilla, fresh and subtle, hit his nose.
“Did you take a photo of me?” Her voice was soft, sexy, and irritated.
His smile was an unabashed attempt to disarm her. “I did.” Her perfume wafted around him, through him, and he had to adjust his position as his jeans stretched taut around his growing erection.
She pulled a chair out from the table and sat. “It didn’t occur to you to ask my permission?”
“Nope.” He leaned forward an inch, loath to lose her scent.
“Do you think that’s fair?”
“Yup. With those looks, you should be a model.” She was any photographer’s dream subject. He could think of a few choice poses he’d film her in. None of them included clothes.
“I don’t like having my picture taken. Please put the camera away.”
“Sorry,” he said in the nicest possible way. “Can’t do that.” All he’d caught on camera was her face. He wanted the body, too. And the legs—the endlessly long legs in those foxy, high-heeled boots. Legs he’d like wrapped around his waist as they made love. She could leave the boots on—everything else would have to come off.
“C’mon, Dan. You know how uncomfortable I get. Put the camera down and let’s have lunch.”
“Morgan,” he said, addressing her by her last name as he always did, “your face was made for a camera. Don’t you think it’s time you accepted I’m never going to stop?”
“I think you take advantage of the fact I’m your best friend and as such won’t scream at you.”
He laughed even as his lips itched to taste her full-mouthed pout. “Yeah, right. You never scream, or lecture, or tell me when I’m doing something you don’t like.”
“Okay, so maybe I scream at you every now and again, but it’s not as if you listen anyway.”
A waitress delivered their food, interrupting their conversation. “Hope you don’t mind,” he told Amy, “but you said you were in a hurry, so I ordered for us.”
The waitress leaned over, offering Daniel an impressive view of her cleavage and a suggestive grin. He merely smiled and directed his attention back to his friend. Once upon a time, he would have accepted the invitation. Not now.
“Thanks,” Amy answered as she watched the waitress strut off. She looked at him with a bemused smile. “I still get a kick out of watching women try to pick you up.”
“What can I say? I’m a good-looking guy. Everyone wants a piece of me.” He chuckled. Everyone except you.
She bit into her bruschetta and a look of ecstasy flitted across her face. “Mmm…my favorite.”
For a full five seconds, he was winded. She’d worn that exact look in his dream last night. He tucked into his own meal, hoping the bread and soup would satisfy the hunger gnawing away at him. His cock was so hard it hurt.
He cleared his throat. “Do me a favor?”
“Name it.”
He lifted his camera. “Stand there against the railing and watch the surfers for a couple of minutes.” He was taking a chance, but it was worth it if he could get a shot of her from behind. She had a great ass—round and tight.