her opinion that wasn’t a compliment. She moved out of the lighting to stand next to him. “May I see?”
He handed her the camera. “Scroll right and left with this button.”
His fingers brushed hers and his chest pressed against her shoulder. A faint hint of cologne wafted around Nikki, reminding her of fresh air and the ocean. Perfect for his beach-boy looks.
With each new picture, he pointed out what he liked and didn’t like. His eye for detail was impressive. To Nikki, the photos were just great shots that made her look way better than she actually did. But from his descriptions, she ceased to be a person and instead became a beautiful object to capture.
“You still on board for a makeover?”
She handed him back the camera. “If you still want me, I’m yours.”
“I like the sound of that.” His smile held a hint of flirtation.
“I bet you do. All these beautiful women dying to be molded by you. It must be every man’s fantasy.”
He shrugged, a little of his playfulness evaporating. “You’d be surprised how much it’s not my fantasy.”
“Just looking for an old-fashioned girl, eh?”
“I’d be happy with somebody whose life wasn’t driven by every morsel of food she put in her mouth or the latest trend.”
Creed’s confession seemed sincere, and even though she was probably being a complete idiot for still hoping things would work out between her and Tor, she needed to put the kibosh on any ideas Creed might have about the two of them. However, she did know somebody who might be open to the idea of dating Creed. After all, he was a trophy-winning catch. “I should introduce you to my friend Stacey. She’s an attorney and loves to eat.”
“Trying to pawn me off on your friends, eh?” He smirked when she said nothing, only stared at him like a deer in the headlights. “What if I said it’s not your friend I’m interested in?”
A warm blush crept up her cheeks. “I’d say I’m flattered.” She paused. “Wait, you were talking about me, right?”
“Yes.” His blue eyes twinkled. “Unless you’ve got a special someone in your life already?”
Did she? That was a loaded question. She crossed her arms and sort of folded in on herself, not knowing how to respond. “It’s complicated.”
“Complicated, huh?” His gaze zeroed in on her, and she found it difficult to meet his eyes. “Is it Tor?”
Nikki’s mouth dropped open and she gave a cough of gasping horror. “Why would you say that?”
He shrugged. “Something about his death stare and the way you fawned over him at dinner last night.”
“I did not fawn over him.” She lifted her chin and glowered at him. “He was sick. I was concerned.”
“Then it’s not Tor?”
Curse her inability to lie. “Shouldn’t we be starting my makeover?”
“Then it is Tor?”
She let out a long-suffering breath. “Yes, it’s Tor, but so far it’s one-sided.”
“I’m sensing a but.”
She shrugged. “But I’m not ready to give up hope—yet.”
“I get it.” He nodded. “And Tor’s a fool if he doesn’t see what’s right in front of him.”
Dang, why couldn’t she fall for somebody like Creed? He was considerate, understanding, and drop-your-panties gorgeous. “Yeah, and I’m a fool for hoping he’ll change his mind.”
“Anything I can do to help? Maybe pretend to be your boyfriend to make him insanely jealous?”
She laughed, but his gaze was unrelenting. “That’s very sweet, but I can fight my own battles. I’d rather know where I stand with him than play games.”
His eyes traveled up and down her body, creating a warm stirring in the pit of her stomach. “I knew I liked you for a reason.”
“I wish he felt the same way.”
“Maybe he does. I don’t know Tor very well but he seems like a man that plays his cards close to his chest.”
“Too close sometimes.” She pointed a finger at him. “Anyway, I’d love to set you up with my friend Stacey. Are you opposed to a sexy
He handed her the camera. “Scroll right and left with this button.”
His fingers brushed hers and his chest pressed against her shoulder. A faint hint of cologne wafted around Nikki, reminding her of fresh air and the ocean. Perfect for his beach-boy looks.
With each new picture, he pointed out what he liked and didn’t like. His eye for detail was impressive. To Nikki, the photos were just great shots that made her look way better than she actually did. But from his descriptions, she ceased to be a person and instead became a beautiful object to capture.
“You still on board for a makeover?”
She handed him back the camera. “If you still want me, I’m yours.”
“I like the sound of that.” His smile held a hint of flirtation.
“I bet you do. All these beautiful women dying to be molded by you. It must be every man’s fantasy.”
He shrugged, a little of his playfulness evaporating. “You’d be surprised how much it’s not my fantasy.”
“Just looking for an old-fashioned girl, eh?”
“I’d be happy with somebody whose life wasn’t driven by every morsel of food she put in her mouth or the latest trend.”
Creed’s confession seemed sincere, and even though she was probably being a complete idiot for still hoping things would work out between her and Tor, she needed to put the kibosh on any ideas Creed might have about the two of them. However, she did know somebody who might be open to the idea of dating Creed. After all, he was a trophy-winning catch. “I should introduce you to my friend Stacey. She’s an attorney and loves to eat.”
“Trying to pawn me off on your friends, eh?” He smirked when she said nothing, only stared at him like a deer in the headlights. “What if I said it’s not your friend I’m interested in?”
A warm blush crept up her cheeks. “I’d say I’m flattered.” She paused. “Wait, you were talking about me, right?”
“Yes.” His blue eyes twinkled. “Unless you’ve got a special someone in your life already?”
Did she? That was a loaded question. She crossed her arms and sort of folded in on herself, not knowing how to respond. “It’s complicated.”
“Complicated, huh?” His gaze zeroed in on her, and she found it difficult to meet his eyes. “Is it Tor?”
Nikki’s mouth dropped open and she gave a cough of gasping horror. “Why would you say that?”
He shrugged. “Something about his death stare and the way you fawned over him at dinner last night.”
“I did not fawn over him.” She lifted her chin and glowered at him. “He was sick. I was concerned.”
“Then it’s not Tor?”
Curse her inability to lie. “Shouldn’t we be starting my makeover?”
“Then it is Tor?”
She let out a long-suffering breath. “Yes, it’s Tor, but so far it’s one-sided.”
“I’m sensing a but.”
She shrugged. “But I’m not ready to give up hope—yet.”
“I get it.” He nodded. “And Tor’s a fool if he doesn’t see what’s right in front of him.”
Dang, why couldn’t she fall for somebody like Creed? He was considerate, understanding, and drop-your-panties gorgeous. “Yeah, and I’m a fool for hoping he’ll change his mind.”
“Anything I can do to help? Maybe pretend to be your boyfriend to make him insanely jealous?”
She laughed, but his gaze was unrelenting. “That’s very sweet, but I can fight my own battles. I’d rather know where I stand with him than play games.”
His eyes traveled up and down her body, creating a warm stirring in the pit of her stomach. “I knew I liked you for a reason.”
“I wish he felt the same way.”
“Maybe he does. I don’t know Tor very well but he seems like a man that plays his cards close to his chest.”
“Too close sometimes.” She pointed a finger at him. “Anyway, I’d love to set you up with my friend Stacey. Are you opposed to a sexy
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