Extend your lines. You’re yearning for him. Trying to get him to come to you, to join you.” Mikhail had been barking orders at Lena for the last twenty minutes, clearly not enamored with her performance. Colt had no idea what was going on with her. She’d gone from relaxed and enjoying the process this afternoon to uneasy and awkward. Maybe the gown was making her uncomfortable, although she hadn’t appeared so when she’d walked out in it. She’d looked sexy, confident in her allure as a woman. Besides, the bikini she’d worn earlier had covered far less. Colt bit down on the inside of his cheek to keep from snapping at Mikhail. He realized the photographer was just trying to get the picture he needed. But the more he barked at Lena the stiffer she became. She wasn’t a natural model. She was beautiful, poised and self-contained, not an exhibitionist who relished displaying herself and her emotions for the world to view. “This isn’t working.” Mikhail dropped his camera to his side with a huff of frustration.
