Get serious

Izzy floats on her back for a moment, the warm water lapping at her ears, muffling the world. She lets herself drift, eyes closed, until the chill of the evening air reminds her why she's here. She rights herself, water streaming down her chest, and wades back toward the shallow end where Marcus is crouched behind the tripod.

"I'm just nervous about the ones he asked for," she admits, wringing water from her hair. "The 'steamy' ones. I keep thinking about what he said — 'the kind I shouldn't look at in the break room but I'm going to anyway.' That's a lot to live up to."

Marcus adjusts the focus ring, not looking up. "You've got the material for it. You just need to stop second-guessing and let the shot happen."

She bites her lip, watching him. Then she pushes off the pool wall and sinks into a crouch, the waterline rising to her ribs. The white bikini is translucent now, clinging to every line of her body. She looks at him, a question in her eyes, and when he doesn't flinch, she lets her knees drift apart beneath the surface.

"I want him to see this," she says, voice quiet, almost surprised at herself. "I want him to see me like this and know it's for him. Not for anyone else."

She holds his gaze for a long beat, then sits up on the edge, spreading her legs giving the camera a full view of her camel toe

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