Caught on Camera by Kim Law

comply. Once she had, Cat smiled warmly at Vega. “I appreciate the attention. As you can see, she does love girly shoes.”
    JP held tight as Vega once again slipped into her heels, then finally, almost reluctantly, his fingers trailed down the back of her arm before disappearing. The fire from that soft touch roared through her body and filled her ears to the point that she barely made out Cat’s words as she said her good-byes and headed to the front of the house.
    JP disappeared with them, the momentary silence giving Vega a chance to pull in a deep breath. She inhaled until her lungs burned, then let it out. Rubbing her hand up and down the arm where he’d touched her, she looked around the massive room with the high ceilings and authoritative elegance, and nerves hit her, pooling in her belly. She was in the home of one of the Davenports. With Jackson Parker Davenport Jr. himself.
    Dinner.
    Get the interview.
    Nothing else.
    “I love the skirt.” JP stood in the middle of the open French doors, his admiration clear in his heated look. “I think I even like you being taller than me.”
    Vega played it off, giving him a slight curtsy and dipping her eyelids. “As you wished.”
    He growled, low and dangerous. “You are a tease, Vega Zaragoza. But I do like it.” He motioned down the hall. “Our dinner awaits. Shall we?”
    She crossed the room, suddenly unsure how to walk in the spikes as he devoured her every move. When she passed in front of him, he touched a hand to the small of her back, and fire licked from his heated fingers into her body, toasting all sorts of hidden places.
    “What was it you wished to talk about again?” he asked, his voice as coarse as gravel.
    “You know full well what I’m here to talk about.”
    “Honey, at the moment all I know is how bad I want those legs wrapped around me.” His fingers drifted lower, but he remained a gentleman.
    She stopped in the threshold of the dining room and took in the scene. The ambience was far too intimate. Two place settings angled together on one corner of the twelve-person table. Gleaming china trimmed in gold, flickering candlelight, and elegant crystal all beckoned.
    Seduction.
    And she had seen this particular play before.
    She wiggled her fingers together in a nervous gesture, unable to control the action, and reminded herself that this time was different. This time she was older, not as naive, and no one was hiding anything. They both knew exactly why the other was here.
    She wanted the interview.
    He wanted her naked.
    Gulping, she moved forward and wondered which one would get their wish.

CHAPTR FIVE

    “I T WAS A rotten thing to lure me here, then send your sister out for the evening.” As JP held out her chair, Vega’s voice was soft and low, almost intimate, and not at all as she’d intended.
    “Wish I could take the credit.”
    She looked over her shoulder to see if he was lying. Light-blue eyes burning steadily back at her said he was telling the truth. It was Cat’s doing. But he hadn’t tried to convince her otherwise.
    “The hair is amazing.” His fingers feathered across her bare neck as she lowered to her seat. “I’d love to see it down sometime.”
    She fidgeted at his touch, quickly recovering by reaching for her water glass. He kept touching her, each caress traveling way beyond the barrier of her skin, and it was quickly driving her mad. She shouldn’t be here. She tapped a fingernail against the crystal of her glass. She had no business playing this game.
    “Thanks,” she murmured, lifting her hand and patting the intricate twist that was far less severe than her normal ponytail. “I prefer it up.”
    The fact was, she had to wear it up. Her hair—along with her legs—had been her calling cards in her modeling days, and though it had been years since she’d been on the cover of any magazine, she still felt vulnerable at the thought of being seen with her hair loose. She’d only recently taken it back