today.” She smiled at the men. “So, what I’d like to do is
start off with a couple of group shots this morning, so umm…we’ll maybe start
with all of you geared up with your jackets and helmets then we’ll kind of work
back from there.”
“You going to heat things up a little in here for us,
Josie?” James joked and waggled his eyebrows suggestively.
She rolled her eyes. Typical James, all talk. If she ever
actually took him up on his joking he’d probably swallow his tongue trying to
backtrack.
“I don’t think you need any help from me, James,” she told
the buff blond.
He grinned.
“All right, guys, so suit up and let’s get going.”
Josie looked around the group, mentally deciding how to pose
each model. Her eyes were drawn to the sexy Mediterranean. Mmm, mmm, mmm, now
that’s what people paid to see when they bought a calendar of firefighters.
A slow, sexy smile spread across his face as he looked back
at her. She shivered beneath his stare. If she could capture that look on film
that guy alone would sell every calendar printed.
The guy beside him nudged him and their connection was
broken. Josie laughed. Here she was a big puddle of hormones and he probably
didn’t even realize. Who was she kidding? Guys who looked like him were used to
women swooning at their feet as they melted into those deep, chocolate eyes. He
probably looked at every woman that way. Hell, that was probably his normal
look and he hadn’t even turned the heat on yet and she was a big pile of goo.
Two years and thirty pounds ago, she would have known he was interested and
reeled him in. But not now.
She grabbed her bag and slung it over her shoulder. When she
glanced up, her sexy Mediterranean fireman and two of his friends had come
over.
“Do you need any help?” Mr. Sexy asked.
She stared back at him, her mouth gaping. Wow, that voice
should be illegal. She was such a sucker for that gravelly timbre. How many
hours had she watched Sam Elliot movies over the years just to hear him talk?
And now standing in front of her was a man that made Sam Elliot’s voice sound
like crap.
At her blatant stare, he winked, his sensual mouth curled up
in a panty-searing grin. “So did you need help?”
“Umm…yeah, sure.” Desperate to gain some composure, she
scanned the room. Her gaze landed on her uncle. And she was back, lust gone.
“Can one of you grab that screen over there?” She pointed to the screen she
needed to control the glare for her shots. With the sun coming up she was
counting on it creating a fantastic shadow but if the angle was wrong she could
fix it with her equipment and create the look she was going for.
Mr. Sexy nodded to the other two guys to go grab the screen.
“Anything else?” His eyes lingered on her face, his nostrils flared as he
scanned her body. And it’s back. Lust zinged through her. Man, she
needed to get more sleep because she seriously thought he looked interested.
Get a grip, Sharp. Heat raced across her breasts and
up her face, making her painfully aware she was blushing. She laughed to
herself. Real cool.
“What’s so funny?” he asked. His white teeth peeked through
when he smiled. Geez, even his teeth were perfect. How was it possible for one
person to be so well put together?
Tamping down her physical reaction to him, she shook her
head. “Nothing, just my warped sense of humor. If you want to grab that bag
there then I can get the rest.”
“Sure thing.” He picked up the heavy bag and slung it over
his shoulder as if it weighed nothing. And man if she didn’t sigh just a little
at the display. Yep, she definitely needed to get more sleep.
Desperate to gain control of her hormones and put things
back on normal ground, she asked, “So what station do you work out of?”
“The sixth.”
“Sixth? Really? I’ve never seen you there.” And lord knows
she would have remembered.
He grinned. “I just transferred from downtown at the
beginning of the
start off with a couple of group shots this morning, so umm…we’ll maybe start
with all of you geared up with your jackets and helmets then we’ll kind of work
back from there.”
“You going to heat things up a little in here for us,
Josie?” James joked and waggled his eyebrows suggestively.
She rolled her eyes. Typical James, all talk. If she ever
actually took him up on his joking he’d probably swallow his tongue trying to
backtrack.
“I don’t think you need any help from me, James,” she told
the buff blond.
He grinned.
“All right, guys, so suit up and let’s get going.”
Josie looked around the group, mentally deciding how to pose
each model. Her eyes were drawn to the sexy Mediterranean. Mmm, mmm, mmm, now
that’s what people paid to see when they bought a calendar of firefighters.
A slow, sexy smile spread across his face as he looked back
at her. She shivered beneath his stare. If she could capture that look on film
that guy alone would sell every calendar printed.
The guy beside him nudged him and their connection was
broken. Josie laughed. Here she was a big puddle of hormones and he probably
didn’t even realize. Who was she kidding? Guys who looked like him were used to
women swooning at their feet as they melted into those deep, chocolate eyes. He
probably looked at every woman that way. Hell, that was probably his normal
look and he hadn’t even turned the heat on yet and she was a big pile of goo.
Two years and thirty pounds ago, she would have known he was interested and
reeled him in. But not now.
She grabbed her bag and slung it over her shoulder. When she
glanced up, her sexy Mediterranean fireman and two of his friends had come
over.
“Do you need any help?” Mr. Sexy asked.
She stared back at him, her mouth gaping. Wow, that voice
should be illegal. She was such a sucker for that gravelly timbre. How many
hours had she watched Sam Elliot movies over the years just to hear him talk?
And now standing in front of her was a man that made Sam Elliot’s voice sound
like crap.
At her blatant stare, he winked, his sensual mouth curled up
in a panty-searing grin. “So did you need help?”
“Umm…yeah, sure.” Desperate to gain some composure, she
scanned the room. Her gaze landed on her uncle. And she was back, lust gone.
“Can one of you grab that screen over there?” She pointed to the screen she
needed to control the glare for her shots. With the sun coming up she was
counting on it creating a fantastic shadow but if the angle was wrong she could
fix it with her equipment and create the look she was going for.
Mr. Sexy nodded to the other two guys to go grab the screen.
“Anything else?” His eyes lingered on her face, his nostrils flared as he
scanned her body. And it’s back. Lust zinged through her. Man, she
needed to get more sleep because she seriously thought he looked interested.
Get a grip, Sharp. Heat raced across her breasts and
up her face, making her painfully aware she was blushing. She laughed to
herself. Real cool.
“What’s so funny?” he asked. His white teeth peeked through
when he smiled. Geez, even his teeth were perfect. How was it possible for one
person to be so well put together?
Tamping down her physical reaction to him, she shook her
head. “Nothing, just my warped sense of humor. If you want to grab that bag
there then I can get the rest.”
“Sure thing.” He picked up the heavy bag and slung it over
his shoulder as if it weighed nothing. And man if she didn’t sigh just a little
at the display. Yep, she definitely needed to get more sleep.
Desperate to gain control of her hormones and put things
back on normal ground, she asked, “So what station do you work out of?”
“The sixth.”
“Sixth? Really? I’ve never seen you there.” And lord knows
she would have remembered.
He grinned. “I just transferred from downtown at the
beginning of the
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