When Love Comes Back Around

Pleasure.

Katelyn and Catherine Winslow are identical twins. One an aspiring model the other a middle school teacher. They share two things, the fact that they were identical twins and they always looked out for each other.
Now that shared identity has anomalized Catherine being at a photo shoot---her beloved sister has to forfeit because of her recent tattoo---- instead of home with a romance novel. She was now the twin sister who modeled in red heels and a piano that brought forth some intriguing twist of fate.
     """""""""::::::""""""""""""""":::::""""""""

               ꧁♡ԹӀҽɑՏմɾҽ♡꧂

"Why the hell do I let my sister keep on talking me into these shitty situations?!" an exasperated voice snapped under her breath.

Because she is your sister and you would do anything for the little rebel, even posing half-naked for a stranger, her inner voice replied.

She paced the small length of the room in nervous anticipation. She belted the silk robe tighter around her waist like a chastity belt and sigh with nervous anticipation.

"O shut up?!" she snapped furiously wishing she could strangle her sister right now.

As her anxiety increased she pulled on the robe she wore and stared at her reflection in the dressing mirror. Her cheeks under the touch of rogue deepen to a brighter red.

Half naked was an understatement, the satin and lace teddy with the matching garter, and sheer black stocking left nothing to the imagination and the red pumps added a blatant touch of sex and sin.

"Lovely," she heard a voice say behind her in blatant appreciation of the sight she was equivocally displaying.

With a gasp and hasty movements, she belted the robe and turn to face the owner of the highly appreciative remark. Eyes just as appreciative roamed slowly over her blonde hair that cascaded in loose curls about her shoulders to where the ends brush against the top of the pert round globes of her breasts that the corset of the teddy framed to tempting perfection.

"Kate?" she heard him breathe, that one word speaking things she dear not try to comprehend as he made a query of her identity as well. She watch as he stepped into the room from the darkened doorway and her breath caught in her throat.

Christ did men like this exist outside of novels?! This man was----yes cliched but true---tall, dark and handsome. His body was outlined by a simple grey turtle neck sweater, soft stone-washed denim, and black canvas loafers.

"Yes," she replied almost choking on the lie. "Katelyn Winslow," she added and quickly made for the dossier that held the adverse details of her twin sister's modeling journey and practically shoved them at the stranger.

When he undid the string that held the leather folder covers in place and flipped through its contents, she felt her heart race beneath the flimsy lace that covered her breast. She nibbled nervously on her scarlet-painted red lips not realizing how seductive the nervous gesture was perceived.

"Absolutely splendid," he complimented staring at her. She sighed in relief but it was replaced by shock when she heard him say. "You do nudes as well."

"Wh...what?!" she stammered and stared at him wide-eyed.

He turned the dossier for her inspection and her face blazed at the sight of her sister artistically displayed in the collage of black and white nudes.

He looked at her his honey-brown eyes drowning her in its depths. When his sensual lips parted in a mischievous smile her knees almost buckled. "From these I want you to pose for the final shot semi-nude."

"But...but th..hat was..."

He cut off her stammering with a, "I'll pay you a thousand dollars extra Miss Winslow, and if I like the final result your face might be the face of my ad campaign."