Beautiful Billionaire's Blackmail: The Carter Brothers, #4

By Rachel Foster

Before becoming a billionaire, Jeremy was a freelance photographer and one of his clients was Nadia for 5 years. They had become really good friends. But now he is a billionaire and he's always had a crush on her, but she had always been in a relationship… and now she wasn't. She asks him to take pictures of her in new bikinis for her store. He agrees even though he isn't doing photography anymore. She was in a rush to get to an appointment so she would just switch in and out right in front of him. He takes pictures of her naked and doesn't plan to do anything with them. Not until she turns him down. So what does he decide to do… Blackmail her into being his. 

• Language: English
• Publisher: 3rd Publishing
• Release date: Mar 5, 2023
• ISBN: 9798215334676

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Beautiful Billionaire's Blackmail

Rachel Foster

Copyright © 2018 by Rachel Foster

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Beautiful Billionaire's Blackmail

Beautiful Billionaire's Blackmail

1

Nadia

I

checked my watch as I sat there in the traffic, waiting for it to pull away. I was going to be late if I didn’t get moving in the next ten seconds. And, judging by the line of stationary traffic in front of me, I wasn’t going to get lucky anytime soon.

I should have left home earlier, but it wasn’t as though I’d had much of a choice. I’d had to wait for the new bikinis to arrive before I could leave, then I could get out of there and get down to the studio. No point in turning up without the clothes that I’m meant to be photographed in, right?

I tapped my fingers on the wheel and leaned back in my seat with a sigh. Would it be quicker if I just climbed out and ran there? Maybe? I doubted the traffic would have moved much by the time that I came back, anyway. I wanted to get out of there, to feel the breeze on my skin, but I knew that I was going to be stuck here for the foreseeable future and that I was just going to have to find some way to get the hell used to it.

This was what happened, I reminded myself, when you chose to run a store all of your own. I had put together the catalog years ago, before I had even been able to muster the know-how for a website, and now that I was ten years out from it – well, I was glad that I got to call my own shots. But honestly, sometimes, I could have done with someone to take a little of the weight off my shoulders.

And I probably could have afforded to allow someone in to do that – someone to take these photos, to edit and post them, to write the text that would go alongside them. But I had been doing this all myself for so long that the control-freakery had long since taken hold of me, and I knew that there was no way I could let anyone else into this.

The woman’s clothing catalog that I ran, Symbology, was one of the biggest in the state, and it was already spreading out across the country now that I finally had the website up and running. I had been so focused on getting every little detail together on my own terms that I knew it was all perfect, and people seemed to respond to that level of hard work and focus.

And hopefully, they would feel the same way about this latest shoot that I was going to right now. I modeled the clothes myself – I liked to make sure that my readers and buyers could see exactly how they looked on a real body, not on the slender proportions of some seventeen-year-old model – but I was running seriously late, and I wasn’t even sure that my photographer, Jeremy, would still be waiting for me by the time arrived.

I pulled the car into the lot and cringed when I got there as I spotted that I was nearly an hour late for the appointment that I had made with him. We had worked together for about six years now, and he had always given me amazing shots to use on the site. Hopefully, I would have earned a little leeway.

I hustled through the door, a bag of the bikinis in hand, and, much to my relief, I saw Jeremy leaning up on the counter and waiting for me.

Hey, he greeted me.

Hey, I replied hurriedly. I’m sorry I’m so late. Are the changing rooms free? I want to get the shoot started as soon as possible...

Yeah, they’re free, he replied, and he nodded in the direction of the changing area – the place was quiet, thank goodness, and I stripped down and threw on the first bikini without even pausing to look at how it fitted in the mirror.

I strode out to the shooting area, the bag of bikinis tucked under my arm, and I tossed them down just off the main set that I knew we were going to be using for the shots. It was the same one that he set up for me every time – a powder-blue background to make my dark hair pop. I offered him an apologetic smile, and did a little twirl in front of the camera.

What do you think? I asked him. I didn’t get a chance to check myself out before I came here.

I think it looks great, he replied as he dropped down behind the camera and lined up the shot. You got any directions for this one, or you happy for me to just start shooting?

Just go for it, I told him. Don’t stop. I’m sure we can get as many as we need if you just shoot straight through the next twenty minutes.

You’re the boss, he agreed, and he started to photograph me. The flashes and the clicks of the camera were almost soothing, and I soon found myself leaning into this, getting used to the way that it made me feel. It had been a long time since I had last done a shoot, and there was something about it that always made me feel sexy, confident. I was pretty sure that most people’s ego issues could be fixed if they were to just spend a little time in front of a camera, feeling like the center of the universe for a little while.

When’s your next appointment? I asked Jeremy, as I picked out the next bikini and looked to the changing rooms to make sure that they were free.

Fifteen minutes, he replied, and I chewed my lip. The walk to the changing room was just going to take up more time that I didn’t have.

I’m going to change in here, I told him. Is that alright?

Fine with me, he replied, and I was sure that I could hear a little tension to his voice – I looked over at him, but he had hidden behind his camera, as though he wanted to make sure that I didn’t get a look at what was actually going on inside his head.

Good, I replied, and I turned my back on him and pulled off the bikini top that I was wearing. I knew that this was probably breaking some workplace rules, but hell, I was in a rush, and it wasn’t like I was trying to hide anything from him, right?

Besides, it had been a long time since someone had seen me naked. Apart from Jared, and I wasn’t counting him, not after what had happened...

And, with the camera and the lights on me, I couldn’t help but feel a little...well, a little removed from what I had known before. Before I’d walked through that door, I would have balked at the very thought of showing off to another person like this. But as I slipped out of the bikini bottoms and reached for the next ones, I couldn’t help but smile to myself.

I heard a click behind me, and I glanced around.

You still taking pictures?

You said to just photograph all the way through, Jeremy replied.

Right, I muttered, and I hooked the bikini closed behind my back. Uh, okay. I think I’m ready for this one now...

I posed in the new bikini, and I was sure that I could sense a little tension in the air between us. I tried my best not to focus on it. It was beyond irrelevant right now, anyway – I needed to do everything that I could to keep focused on what mattered, which was getting these shots and then getting back to reality, once and for all.

But there was something about the way that Jeremy looked over the top of his camera at me every now and then that made me...well, look, I’d had a little thing for Jeremy when we had first met. He was a little older than me and seemed to be one of the only photographers that I had met with who wasn’t in this just so that they could hook up with twenty-something models. He was professional and confident and totally gathered, and I could still remember the little flutter in my chest when I had met him for the very first time. The way that he had made me feel. The way that the skin on the back of my neck had prickled as he had smiled at me.

And I could remember a little of that now, as I stood before him, changing in and out of the clothes that I had brought along to shoot that day. I was sure that I could hear the camera shutter going even when I was undressed, but I didn’t find myself protesting. I could have said that it was just about making the most of the time that I had here, but I knew it was something else, too. Something about the thought of him focusing all that attention on me, the way it made my guts churn in the best way possible.

The bikinis were easy to get on and off, and, before long, I had made it through shooting of almost all of them. I slipped the last one, a zebra-print, over my body and twisted this way and that in front of the camera.

That’s the best one, Jeremy remarked from behind the camera. I could tell that he was trying his very best to keep his voice neutral, but there was still something there, something that seemed to light up with every time I struck a new pose in front of him. I was sure that the pink flush to my cheeks would show up on the pictures, and I hoped that my readers would just take it for a little early-summer tan.

By the time that I was done, I was comfortable enough that I just tossed on my clothes again in front of him; he had already seen it all, no point in pretending anything else now. But before I could say anything to Jeremy, my phone rang, and I snatched it out at once.

Hello?

Hey, Nadia, I need to speak to you, Yasmin, my accountant, told me. My stomach dropped. Jeremy was looking at me as though there was something that he needed to say, and I had no idea what the hell that it could be.

I’ll be over as soon as I can, I promised her, and I stuffed the bikinis back into the bag.

Thanks for still shooting with me, I told Jeremy, and he shook his head.

No problem, he replied. Hey, Nadia?

Yeah?

You want to get a drink with me?

I stared at him for a moment. Was he...was he asking me out? Right now? I was so flustered that I couldn’t think of anything useful to say back to him, so I just shook my head at once.

I have to go, I told him. Oh, and please make sure to delete the, uh...the other photos, okay? The ones that we’re not going to use for the shoot.

Sure thing, he replied, and I could tell that I had hurt his feelings. But I had places to be, and I couldn’t worry myself with what was going through his head right now. I needed to get out of there, and nothing was going to slow me down.

Thanks, I muttered, and with that, I turned and hurried out of the studio – and I hoped that I hadn’t just made things seriously weird between us. Because Jeremy was the best photographer in this city. And I didn’t want to blow my chances to work with him again when I needed him.

2

Jeremy

I

planted my ass down in the middle of the set, which I still had to clear up before my non-existent next client, and put my camera down in front of me.

That camera contained pictures of a woman that I thought I would never in my life get to lay my eyes on naked. And she had just...she had just stripped in front of me. And basically told me to keep taking pictures of her, even as she undressed. I couldn’t help but wonder if she had been enjoying it as much as it looked like she had, because there was a little pink tinge to her cheeks that told me that she was getting off on this, somehow...

Shit. I was still crushing as hard on Nadia as I had been before everything had changed. And I had no idea what I could do to get her out of my head.

I had hoped that, with everything that had happened, I might be able to feel a little more confident walking in here. When she had called me up and asked me to fit her in for a session at the end of the week, I had almost laughed and told her the truth. But then, it hit me – if I did that, I was never going to be able to get a chance to see her again. And I wanted nothing more than to meet this woman with everything that I had in my arsenal and finally ask her out once and for all.

Six years ago marked the first time that Nadia had come into my life – she ran her own clothing catalog, and she modeled for it, too.

But I’m not arrogant or anything, she had assured me with a laugh. I just think it’s only fair that I show the people who are going to buy these clothes exactly what they look like on a real person, you know?

Of course, I agreed, though I could imagine that her body would give plenty of women a complex all over the country if they had met her in person. With her long, dark hair, brown eyes, and deep skin, she was stone-cold gorgeous and could have rivaled any of the regular models that I shot with every week as part of my job. She was a little older than most of them, too, or at least she seemed it – maybe because she had been running this place by herself for so long, she just felt as though she had the weight of more experience on her shoulders. I liked that. I always had.

And while I had still been working as a freelance photographer, she had kept me in plenty of work, booking me out at least once a month for a shoot of whatever new clothes she was bringing in to her catalog.