“Hello?”
“Hello, Luke?”
“Meagan?” His voice was tinged with disbelief.
“What the hell did you do with those pictures of me you took fifteen years ago?”
There was silence from the other end of the phone. She got up and closed her office door. “I’m waiting.”
“Which pictures?”
“Don’t which pictures me. The ones of me naked. Do you have them?”
“Jesus, Meagan. What’s this about? Of course I have them.”
“Can anyone get to them?”
“Not unless they go through me first.”
His assurance didn’t ease her panic. “I want them.”
“Okay. No problem.” He paused before continuing. “Is everything okay?”
Her heart had stopped pounding once he told her she could have the pictures. She took a deep breath and tried to sound normal. “Yes, it’s only someone I know had some pictures leaked and I thought about the ones you had.”
“Should I bring them by your office?”
“No.” She made up her mind quickly. It wasn’t that much of a decision: her life versus talking with Luke about his offer. “Why don’t we get together and talk about the photo book thing. You can bring them then. Can you meet tonight?”
***
Luke shook his head as he shoved his phone back in his pocket, but he couldn’t keep the grin off his face. Meagan called. And she said she wanted to talk about the shoot. He couldn’t fathom what had changed her mind, but he was glad it did. He knew there was a reason he never got around to telling Rick, his partner bankrolling the book, that she wasn’t interested and they’d have to find another model.
Even better, she’d asked him to dinner. Granted, she insisted it was a business dinner and not a date. “So don’t go getting any ideas,” she’d said.
Useless words, he almost told her. When it came to her, he had nothing but ideas. Still, for the time being, he’d play it her way. The important thing was they were going to have dinner and at least talk about the upcoming photography project. He smiled. It was more than he thought possible after visiting her office.
He’d never quite forgiven himself for the way things ended with Meagan all those years ago. Young and relatively inexperienced, he’d taken the cover shots of her and later that night invited her to dinner, which led to round after round of hot and heavy sex. He had been on top of the world: his photography was doing well and he had Meagan in his bed. She’d been his every fantasy come to life: smart, sexy, and willing to experiment in bed. He’d never been in love before, but during those short few weeks with Meagan, he’d fallen hard and fast. So much so that he didn’t stop to think about anything other than how perfect things where.But a more experienced photographer, one he considered a mentor and friend, found out about his affair with Meagan and strongly suggested he call an end to it. Luke didn’t regret ending the relationship. Looking back now, it was unprofessional and sent the wrong message to any potential models. He did, however, regret that she’d been hurt. Seeing it from her perspective, he’d gone from hot to cold in a matter of days.
He couldn’t change the past, all he could do was make the present better.
He pushed open the door to his latest BDSM club and nodded at the security guard. Nathaniel West had messaged him earlier, asking for a brief call, and Luke expected his phone to ring any minute. If he had to guess, he’d assume it was about the club the two men planned to build in Wilmington, Delaware. Damn, he hoped it didn’t interfere with the picture book. He knew Meagan said she only wanted to talk, but he knew he could convince her to do the job if he could just talk to her about it some more.
Construction in Delaware might throw a kink in his plans.
His phone rang as soon as he sat down at his desk. “Nathaniel, hello.”
“Hey, Luke. Thanks for agreeing to talk on such short notice. We’re heading out this afternoon and I’m not going to be easily accessible for the next week.”
“Going somewhere fun with Abby?”
“And the kids. We’re going to our chalet in Switzerland. First time we’re taking the kids.”
He felt a ping of jealously. Nathaniel was one lucky SOB with his gorgeous wife and submissive, and they had two great kids. But he also knew that, just like anything worth having, the Wests worked hard on their relationship.
“I hope you and Abby manage to get some alone time,” he half joked.
“That’s what nap time is for, my friend.”
Luke laughed. “I hear you. So tell me what’s going on.”
He heard Nathaniel sigh and a chair squeak as he leaned back. “I heard back from Fritz Brose.”
Fritz was the contractor they wanted for the Partners Club in Delaware. He’d been recommended by Cole Johnson, one of the senior group members. Luke had never worked with Fritz, but had heard of him and, after talking with Fritz in person, both he and Nathaniel knew he was the man for the job.
“What did he have to say?”
“His schedule isn’t going to allow for him to be in the States for any length of time, much less to start on the club, for at least another six months.”
Luke breathed a sigh of relief. “To be honest, that’s not bad news for me. I potentially have a project that’s going to take up a lot of my time. Six months would allow me to complete it.”
“Same for me. I’m rearranging my executive staff in New York and I need to focus on that. Well, when I get back into the country, that is.”
“Do you want me to call Fritz back and tell him we’re okay with the time frame?”
“No, I can take care of it.”