Chapter Eighteen
Seth
Heidi isn’t the usual client someone thinks of when I mention boudoir photography. In fact, she might be the most attractive woman who’s ever stepped foot in my studio. And she’s not even here for bridal boudoir—she’s here for herself.
“I’m just off a breakup and I thought this would make me feel desirable again.”
To get some overhead pictures, I step up the ladder Madison put up for me. Heidi’s outfits have all been red, black, and dark purple, which is a nice change from white lace and soft pink satin I usually see.
“We get a lot of clients like that,” Madison says.
I tilt my head when I come down a rung on the ladder. She’s lying, we don’t really, but there’s something to be said for doing this for you and not for someone else. Although I think that the women
