Locking Lips

Caleb As a photographer, I appreciate contrasts. The stiff, snobby brat on the flight from New York turns out to be a scared, vulnerable woman who warms my heart. The icy cold soda she dumps in my lap leads to the hottest sex of my life in an LA dressing room. When I watch her walk away, I feel something Ive never felt before. A twinge of regret that Ill never see her again. Except we do meet again. And shes driving me insane. Heather Clearly, Ive lost my mind. Turns out the owner of the deep, sensual voice that kept me from needing the airline barf bag, who lured me completely out of character to indulge in anonymous, semi-public sex, is the photographer for my designs first photo spread in Bella fashion magazine. Worse, our artistic visions clash. And every time we butt heads, our butts somehow get naked. I cant let my hormones cloud my judgment. I tried having it all, and it didnt work out. I have to stop envisioning a life with him, and get my head back in the gamebefore I lose everything.