Total pages in book: 142
Estimated words: 137205 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 686(@200wpm)___ 549(@250wpm)___ 457(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 137205 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 686(@200wpm)___ 549(@250wpm)___ 457(@300wpm)
Once I get them on, I don’t want to put my adorable Aristocats pajamas on. These pumps make me feel sexy, so instead of putting them on, I go to Calvin’s closet and steal another of his snowy white dress shirts. He has plenty of them, so I doubt he’ll mind. I slip it on and drape it strategically, then I finger comb my hair and shake it out to give it a little more body.
Satisfied that I look sexy enough, I head back out to the living room with a smile on my face.
Hollis turns when I enter the room, then his eyes widen. He takes a step back as I walk toward him, looking as if I’m some kind of threat.
What is his problem?
“Can you take a picture of me?”
“Absolutely not,” he answers.
I scowl. “Why? I want to taunt Calvin. I want to send him a sexed up picture and tell him maybe if he’d let me have my phone during the day, he’d get more like it.”
Hollis still looks decidedly uncomfortable.
“Come on,” I say, waving for him to follow me as I head to Calvin’s office. “We’ll need to take a few. Let’s start in here, then the bedroom, maybe even the master bath, depending on your photography skills.”
Hollis doesn’t look very excited about helping me take sexy pictures, but I want my phone back, dammit. Besides, it’s not like it will make a difference. Calvin will maul me tonight whether I send him pictures or I don’t. Maybe if I can convince him he would benefit from it, he’ll decide to give my phone back sooner rather than later.
My plan kind of works, anyway. Hollis doesn’t want the pictures on his phone, so he unlocks the drawer in Calvin’s office where mine is kept and takes it out for the photo shoot. While he has it out, I tell him I “have to make sure I have enough storage” so he gives it to me and I’m able to quickly shoot off a text to Charity, who is hounding me about taking forever to answer her texts, and even check a work email and shoot back a quick response.
“Are you done?” Hollis asks, scowling at me.
“Almost! Two more screenshots to delete. I take screenshots of the dumbest things and then I forget to delete them.” I can tell he’s skeptical about my story, so to distract him while I email my boss, I ask, “Do you have a jealous girlfriend or something?”
“No.” He still scowls at me. “Why?”
“You’re just being really weird about the photo shoot. I thought maybe you had a girlfriend you didn’t want to risk finding racy photos of me in your recently deleted photos. It’s not like you would keep them, just send them to Calvin for me.”
Hollis shakes his head. “I’d rather not.” Holding his hand out, he says, “I know you’re done with whatever you’re doing over there. Give me the phone.”
I rush to end the email and push send, then I close my apps and open up the camera. “There. All ready.”
It has been quite some time since I’ve taken sexy pictures to send a guy, but it’s incredibly easy to feel sexy in these heels. I lay draped across his desk with one leg bent, my heel resting gently on the smooth mahogany surface. We take a couple of shots of me in Calvin’s chair.
We move to the bedroom and take quite a few of me in bed. Hollis begins to sweat when I unbutton another button and drape the shirt strategically to expose a bit of cleavage.
As I’m moving from one pose to another of me climbing on the bed and looking back at the camera, I say, “We have fresh strawberries in the refrigerator. Why don’t I grab one before we move to the bathroom. I have an idea of a shot, me lying in the bathtub with the shirt completely unbuttoned—but strategically placed, of course—and me biting into a strawberry. It looks really sexy in my mind, let’s try it.”
It’s not until we’re in the bathroom and I have the strawberry in my hand that Hollis finally asks, “Do you think sending sexy pictures to a guy who has already blackmailed you is the best idea?”
“When you put it that way, no. But these pictures are tasteful, they’re nothing I would die of embarrassment about if they got out.”
“Fine. As long as you realize there’s every chance he’ll use them against you.”
“It’s a calculated risk. I need my phone back, and this seems like one potential way to get it. I haven’t come up with any others yet.”
Despite his reluctance, Hollis helps me take the last shots, then he gives my phone back so I can go through them and decide which ones to send to Calvin. I’m glad because it also gives me a chance to text Charity back a couple of times.