Waking Up with a Billionaire (The Overnight Billionaires Book 3) by Katie Lane Page A

it the left side that’s creative? I always get those two mixed up.”
    “It wasn’t the cabin pressure or the seafood. Maybe I’m just blocked—like a writer.”
    She thought for a moment before she hopped up from the bed. “Then we need to unblock you.” She walked to the closet and came out with his camera. “Take some pictures of me.”
    He snorted. “And have you call me a pervert? No, thanks.”
    “That was when you were sneaking around taking pictures of me in my bikini.”
    “I wasn’t sneaking. And you signed the release form fast enough when I offered to pay you cash for the picture.”
    “True, but you took it without my permission. Now you have my full consent, although I’ll expect you to delete them as soon as we’re through. This is just an exercise to get you unblocked.”
    “Taking pictures with a camera isn’t the same as painting, Chloe.”
    “No, but it’s a start. It might get your creative juices flowing.” She tossed him the camera, and if he didn’t want his six-thousand-dollar Nikon busted, he had no choice but to catch it. It felt foreign in his hands, but not as foreign as a pencil or a paintbrush.
    “This isn’t going to work,” he said.
    “Of course it’s not going to work. I have on too many clothes.”
    Grayson watched in horror as Chloe slipped the T-shirt over her head and dropped it to the floor.

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    I t wasn’t like Chloe was standing in front of Grayson buck-naked. The black bra-and-panty set Madison had given her wasn’t even as skimpy as some of her bikinis. And yet she couldn’t seem to help the flush of embarrassment as Grayson’s violet eyes ran over her.
    Did he think she was too skinny? Too flat-chested? Too slim-hipped? Did he think the tattoo on her hip bone was cheap? Did he notice the scars on her knees from being a clumsy kid and that her second toes were longer than her big toes? To someone who had photographed and painted the most beautiful women in the world, Chloe must be a major disappointment. If he was disappointed, he didn’t show it. His face gave nothing away. He just sat studying her as his chest slowly rose and fell with each breath.
    This was the first time she’d seen Grayson without a shirt. Even in Fiji he had worn a T-shirt with his board shorts. At the time she’d thought he was embarrassed about his body. Now she realized that he had nothing to be embarrassed about.
    Grayson had the type of body that women drooled over and men wished they’d been blessed with. His bones were long, and his muscles lean—although they seemed to bunch in all the right places. Like his biceps. His shoulders. And the hard pectoral muscles that flexed beneath her gaze. Suddenly her flush had nothing to do with standing before him in her underwear and everything to do with the hot spring of desire that welled up inside her.
    A click pulled her gaze away from his muscled chest to the camera he held to his face. When he lowered it, his expression was hard and unyielding.
    “There. I took a picture. Now get out.”
    If not for Mrs. Beaumont’s offer, Chloe might’ve given up. She really didn’t need the aggravation. Unfortunately, what she did need was money. She placed a hand on her hip. “That’s it? You aren’t even going to give it the old college try?”
    “What do you know about the old college try?”
    The words stung, and she really wanted to come back with a scalding reply. Instead she kept her cool. “We’re not talking about me. We’re talking about you. Now are you going to make an attempt at getting over your painter’s block or am I going to need to take more clothes off—”
    “Fine! You want a photographer, you’ll get a photographer.” Jerking back the covers, he got out of bed and walked to his dresser, where he put down the camera long enough to open a drawer.
    He continued to rant and rave, but Chloe wasn’t listening. She couldn’t hear anything over the loud pounding of desire in her ears. In nothing