Chapter 16: A Photo Shoot

As soon as the thought entered my mind I dismissed it.

‎How ridiculous.

‎There was no way I should be falling for a man I've never even met and I don't even know what he looks like! Having a crush was one thing but love?

‎Mehn, I was turning into one of those women who fell for anyone just because they knew exactly what to say.

‎And the saddest part was, I'm pretty sure Julian wasn't even trying!

‎"Princess? You still there?"

‎I was brought out of my mental rambling by Julian's concerned voice. Shit, I had no idea how long I'd sat there in silence. Not only is that embarrassing but completely unprofessional (although I'm not sure I can be any more unprofessional than I already have been). I was wasting Julian's money.

‎ "Sorry, Jul," I apologized immediately, not realising I'd just given him a nickname. "I completely just zoned out. I - I'll refund you for the call."

‎"Don't worry about that, I'm not. Please, be honest with me. Did I make you uncomfortable with what I said? I didn't mean to step out of-"

‎Oh my, he was so damn sweet.

‎I cut him off. "No, no! I swear, you didn't. I was just taken back, that's all," I reassured him before adding, "I really appreciate it though. And I feel the same way." I bit down on my lip. I hadn't meant to reveal my feelings towards him. It had just kind of came out...fuck it, too late to turn back now. "I feel like...like I've known you for forever."

‎Was that too much? I wondered to myself, suddenly riddled with self-doubt.

‎He breathed a sigh of relief. "I'm glad. I was worried that I'd freaked you out."

‎I smiled softly. "No, it's okay, you didn't."

‎As a comfortable silence fell over us, it occurs to me that we were talking about our feelings. Feelings we had towards each other. I was finding it hard to wrap my head around the situation. He was my client...I'd never met him before...didn't even know his last name...had barely known him - what? - a week?

‎But I wanted to. I really, really wanted to. Maybe I was crazy. Or I was desperate to be loved. Or maybe I just needed a decent sex.

‎A beeping noise suddenly sounded on the line, followed by an agitated curse. "Damn it. They need me at work. I'm gonna have to go."

‎Immediately I felt bad. He hadn't even had a chance to cum. And it made me feel even more guilty because I had cum. "Listen. I'm gonna text you the number to my personal phone, okay? When you get a chance, call me on it and we'll finish our little fantasy."

‎It was a spur of the moment request but it felt like it needed to be done. Especially after our confession to one another.

‎"Oh, uh, wow." He seemed unsure how to respond and I didn't blame him. Part of me still couldn't believe I'd actually offered. "That would be...amazing. I could text you throughout the day," he thought out-loud before quickly adding, "Only if you wanted me to, of course. I don't want to cross any boundaries."

‎If anything, it's me crossing boundaries so don't worry, I thought to myself.

‎"I'd love you to," I responded honestly, my heart fluttering and a fuzzy feeling in my belly. I really liked him, didn't I? Crap.

‎"Good." It sounded like he was grinning. And I couldn't help but grin too.

‎How'd the baking go? You still alive? I breathed out a laugh as I opened and read Julian's text. It'd been about a week since I had him given my number and I hadn't regretted it for a second. Like shit, I typed in response, I can't have cooked it long enough because it was still goo-ey in the middle. But we're all still alive...for now.

‎I sent the text before glancing over at the modelling shoot which had previously been our living room. White material hung from metal frames, creating a background for the pictures. Standing lights stood opposite. The photographer my mum had booked was here and my house was his studio.

‎Currently Zach was looking through the outfits him and my mum had spent the whole of yesterday shopping for, hung from a clothes rail. Some of them were latex and kinky as hell, others more flimsy and revealing.

‎Mum was busy pulling on a grey mini skirt. She was already wearing some stockings, a white revealing blouse with a grey, tight and cut off at the elbows blazer. I knew she had a pair of glasses to help pull off her sexy secretary look. The only thing she needed was a messy up do and she'd be ready to go.