I chuckled, slightly embarrassed, though why I should be, I don’t know. “We do a lot of romance novel covers. Big business in that. My partner and I take turns as models. We’ve got a couple women who come in and model with us. You’ve probably seen some of our covers.” I rattled off one or two of the more famous novels whose covers we’d graced.
Elam laughed, nodding. “My girlfriend loves those books. I’ve seen them, though never read any of them.”
I leaned over, whispering. “You should. I scan them for the sex scenes. Gave me some good ideas.” Finger to the side of my nose, I winked.
Elam laughed again, maybe a little too loudly. The receptionist frowned at him and he laughed harder. “It’s okay, Rose. We’re being inappropriate. Don’t fret.”
“I was thinking you probably were,” she replied. An older woman, she was plump, with hair a shade of red nature never intended. It was teased and curled within an inch of its life. It was a bold style, but she managed to carry it off. “It had that tone to it.”
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