Soft Focus

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An Excerpt From: SOFT FOCUS

Copyright ? LYNN LAFLEUR, 2010

All Rights Reserved, Ellora's Cave Publishing,
Inc.

?Hi,?
he heard a feminine voice say over the computer?s speaker.

?Come
in,? Dale said. ?You?re right on time.?

Gerard
pressed a key to activate the camera focused on Dale?s desk where he held
the interviews. A woman with flowing blonde hair settled into the chair in
front of Dale?s desk.

Gerard?s
heart began a thick thumping in his chest.

A
series of keystrokes and the camera zoomed in on her oval face. He couldn?t
tell the exact color of her eyes, but they were either green or hazel. Long
eyelashes darkened with mascara. A light dusting of blush on her
cheekbones. Shapely lips covered with glossy coral.

He
moved the camera angle lower. Full breasts filled out the front of her
green T-shirt. He could see a hint of cleavage in the round neckline.

?I?m
Daphne Kemp.?

Daphne. A lovely name for a
lovely woman.

?Welcome,
Ms. Kemp. I?m Dale Gibson, Mr. Lynch?s assistant. I have a few questions to
ask you.?

?Of
course.?

Her voice
wrapped around his cock and squeezed. A burgeoning erection made Gerard
shift in his chair. He tried to move the camera lower to see more of her
body. Dale?s desk was in the way.

?Damn
it,? he muttered.

It
didn?t matter that he couldn?t see more of her. He wanted to photograph
Daphne Kemp for his book.

He
pressed the key that would flash a green light on Dale?s computer screen.
Dale stopped in mid sentence and glanced at the camera, a shocked look on
his face. Gerard had never approved someone so quickly, so wasn?t surprised
at his assistant?s disbelief.

Dale
stumbled over his words a moment before he spoke again. ?Mr. Lynch is
working on a new book and wishes to employ twenty people in this area to
pose for him.?

Gerard
didn?t wait to hear any more of Dale?s memorized spiel. He rose and walked
out of his bedroom.

He
stepped into the corner of the living room that Dale used as a reception
area. ?No, I never have,? Daphne said, ?but I?m willing to work hard and
learn.?

?That?s
all I ask,? Gerard said.

Daphne?s
body jerked and she whipped her head toward him, her eyes wide.

Green.
Her beautiful eyes were a sparkling green, almost the same color as the
first grass of spring.