As soon as our eyes met, I pursed my lips at Finnick, signaling him to do something with Yasmin.
His expression darkened instantly. I could feel the tension roll off him like a storm. He couldn't believe I wanted him to act that way in front of another female.
But I didn't care. I beckoned him closer anyway, a sly smirk playing on my lips. I knew what I wanted, and I wasn't going to back down.
Sarah and Ken exchanged worried glances. "Vivian, none of these photos are usable. He's just supervising Yasmin. What do we do if nothing actually happens?"
I thought for a moment, then nodded firmly. "Hold on. We wait until she finishes her work."
Hours passed. Yasmin finally leaned back, exhausted, taking a sip of juice from her assistant. My heart thumped as she walked toward Finnick. Ken readied his camera, every muscle tense.
"Mr. Norton," Yasmin greeted him, all charm and perfume.
