A Song For Lucy: A Rock Star BBW Romance Short - Plot & Excerpts
You smell good.” I flashed a cheeky smile at the six-foot-two slice of pure hunk standing in front of me as I nervously attached the 50mm portrait lens to my camera. “Dahlia Noir, right?” he grinned back. “Givenchy. You smell gorgeous, too.” I felt my cheeks flush at the compliment and giggled a little before looking up and extending my hand. “I’m Amy.” "Amy Reid," he smiled, shaking it. His grip was firm but not too tight – respectful, almost. He placed his other palm on the back of my hand as he shook it and I felt a little tingle run up my arm, all the way to the back of my neck where the hairs stood up on end. "You're a great photographer. I love your work, especially the black and white stuff. I'm Rick." "Don't worry, I know who you are," I laughed. "No introduction required. And thanks for the compliment." He released my hand and stood back, hands on hips. "You're welcome." "How did you know which perfume I was wearing?" He narrowed his eyebrows and leaned forward, talking quietly.
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