Seeing Henry frozen in place, Giselle’s arms instinctively wrapped around his waist, her other hand trailing down his abdomen in a tender gesture.

A low groan escaped Henry, his blood rushing to his head, threatening to rob him of his senses.

“It’s okay. I’ll pick you up after the shoot.”

A chill shot through Giselle’s heart. Fearing he might catch onto her anxiety, she quickly responded, “Thank you.”

“What did you call me?”

Her face turned ...