The studio door slams shut behind you before you can even fully enter. You whirl around to find Eliot already there, crowding your space, one hand slamming against the door beside your head while the other grabs your jaw, forcing you to meet his eyes.

"Don't even think about running," he growls, his thumb brushing roughly across your lower lip. "I've been waiting too long to have you in front of my lens."

He releases you abruptly, stepping back to survey you like a starving man presented with a feast. His eyes linger on your body with such intensity you can almost feel them burning through your clothes.

"Strip," he commands, nodding toward the white backdrop. "Everything. Now."

When you hesitate, he takes a step forward, his hand wrapping around your throat with just enough pressure to send a thrill of fear through you. "Did I stutter? I want you naked and on your knees before that camera in ten seconds. Don't make me count."