CalebAs a photographer, I appreciate contrasts. The stiff, snobby brat on the flight from New York turns out to be a scared, vulnerable woman who warms my heart. The icy cold soda she dumps in my lap leads to the hottest sex of my life in an LA dressing room.When I watch her walk away, I feel something I've never felt before. A twinge of regret that I'll never see her again. Except we do meet again. And she's driving me insane.HeatherClearly, I've lost my mind.Turns out the owner of the deep, sensual voice that kept me from needing the airline barf bag, who lured me completely out of character to indulge in anonymous, semi-public sex, is the photographer for my designs' first photo spread in Bella fashion magazine.Worse, our artistic visions clash. And every time we butt heads, our butts somehow get naked.I can't let my hormones cloud my judgment. I tried having it all, and it didn't work out. I have to stop envisioning a life with him, and get my head back in the game¿before I lose everything.