I didn’t sell my soul to the devil, but I did agree to work for him.
You would too if your landlord’s hitting you up with those eviction threats and your bank account’s got so many zeroes because that’s all it is – $0.
Hence, Benji Reed, AKA the Devil Photographer of New York.
He’s insanely talented.
And an unforgivable assho!e.
But maybe that has to do with the fact I made a hot mess on his bed on my first day of work…
It doesn’t take a lot for me to get under his skin.
Or for him to get under my clothes…
We never expected our feelings to go more than skin-deep.
This was just supposed to be some casual fun.
But what’s fun about falling in love?
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