Oops, Too Sexy!

The photographer would demand pose after pose, clicking away like a maniac. The staff would stare at her body the whole time, and eventually, all their eyes—including the photographer's—would creep toward her crotch and ass.

"What the fuck am I thinking!" But reality wasn't that wild fantasy. It was just her and me in the shoot. 

And I wasn't some random photographer—I was Alex, the manager who'd interviewed her and seen her face from day one.

"Uh, I'll change in that office over there. Sorry, no fancy locker room here…"

"Manager, don't you work here…?"

"Haha, yeah, yeah. Just messing with you a little. Go change and come out when you're ready. Let's kick things off… on that bed over there!"

Emma flicked her eyes to the bed I pointed at, snatched the clothes from the box, and opened the door in front of her to step inside.

It looked like a basic office.