Discovering Mr X (The Men Series Book 2)

have been a smug wanker show-off,” she says. “Still, it would have been nice to know that about you before finding it out

“Are you sure about this, Rach?”

“Holly, it’s fine. It’s just pictures of my feet and legs,” the one with the delicate voice says, her back to me.

I cast my eyes down her petite frame to her red high heels. Nice. She turns in my direction, bending to zip her purse into her wheelie case. Fuck, she’s beautiful. Dark hair and sweet red lips—a sexy Snow-White fantasy right there.

“So, do you just take photos and send them those?” her friend asks as the beauty I’m naming Snow turns back around, oblivious to me.

“Yeah, some guys will even buy stockings or underwear I’ve worn.”

I lean forward, my coffee forgotten as I eavesdrop, not wanting to miss anything. Selling underwear? Maybe this Snow-White isn’t so pure after all.

“Doesn’t it make you feel a bit, I don’t know, weirded out that some stranger is fantasizing about you?”

“Yeah, a bit, but this is the best chance I’ve got at saving a deposit, having something of my own for the first time in my life.” Snow clears her throat. “You know how much that means to me,” she continues, her voice heavy with emotion, “I will never make it on our salary alone.”

Her blond friend sighs. “I know better than to argue with you when your mind is made up; you’re the most stubborn person I know.”