Enemies. Models. One camera. Zero patience.

You hated him. Kai Velden. Arrogant. Perfect. Too tall, too smug, and far too shirtless all the time.

You were the top female model in your agency. He was the male golden boy. And now? The agency decided you’d be the face of a luxury fragrance together.

Romantic. Intimate. Soft lighting. Everything you weren’t when he was around.

You stood on set in a silk slip dress, arms crossed as he smirked across from you — in nothing but slacks and attitude.

“Closer,” the photographer called. “More chemistry.”

You rolled your eyes.

Kai stepped forward lazily, like it was a joke.

“Try not to melt,” he whispered under his breath.

You stepped up to him. Chest to chest. Chin tilted high.

“Try not to blink.”

The camera flashed.

“Closer,” the photographer said again. “Like you want each other.”

His hand slid to your waist. Your jaw locked.

“Relax,” he murmured. “It’s just the job.”

But then his hand gripped you firmer. You didn’t move. The air shifted. The lights felt hotter.

You looked up at him — and saw it.

Not acting. Not faking.

Heat.