Vincent Hawthorne stared at his phone screen, his mind drifting for a second.
Looking like this, she didn't resemble Vivian Windsor.
She was more like a seductive vixen.
"Are you done yet?"
Faye Vaughn held her pose, adjusting herself slightly as she urged him on.
She arched her slender waist back more gracefully and pushed out her chest, making the lines of her body exceptionally alluring.
Vincent Hawthorne's hand, holding the phone, paused. He collected himself and pressed the shutter button.
"Let me see?"
Faye Vaughn got up from the sofa, moved closer to him, and looked at the phone.
As she leaned in, her unique scent of roses wafted toward him.
Vincent Hawthorne subconsciously frowned.
"This photo won't work."
Faye Vaughn pointed at the phone screen. "Let's not include my figure. Otherwise, your brother might recognize me."
She lay back down on the sofa and pointed to her face. "Just a photo of my profile will do."
Vincent Hawthorne took another picture.
