Taking It All Off

“I’m not likely to forget that.” His gaze took in her silk shirt and designer shorts. “But this weekend, none of that matters, does it?” He released her hand. “This weekend is about doing what feels good. About taking that intensity and running with it.” He stroked her cheek with one finger. “About learning to loosen up and let go.”

She nodded. “Yes.” At least for this weekend she had to stop listening to what her head told her to do, and pay more attention to her heart. She took a deep breath and looked him in the eye. “So what now?”

He sat back and studied her. “I think I want to photograph you.”

She started to laugh, but the seriousness in his eyes stopped her. “Why would you want to do that?”

“I want to photograph you naked.”

The passion in his eyes warmed her, as did the blush that rose to her cheeks once more. “I don’t think—”

His hand on her thigh stopped her. “Don’t think about it now. We’ll talk later. Before the weekend is over.” He stood and held out his hand. “Come on. Let’s go for a walk.”

“Where are we going?” She slid off the stool and put her hand in his.

“Someplace where we can be alone.” He smiled down at her, mischief in his eyes. “Time for lesson number two.”