“How many more photo shoots do I have to do?” Shaelyn asked Gilles when they were finished.
“Don’t you like doing them?”
“I don’t because I’m not a model and I feel so self-conscious.”
“Have you told Ryker this?”
“Yes, several times but you know Ryker. Once he has made up his mind…”
“Yes. And I also know that he’s usually right on the ball. And I happen to agree with him for choosing you for this shoot. Sometimes, it’s good to use a non-professional–you know, a regular person.”
“But there were other regular women whom he could have chosen. I don’t understand why he chose me.”
“You have a unique look.”
“Unique?” was that a polite way of saying that she wasn’t attractive?
“Yes, fashion photographers often prefer models with unusual looks. I don’t know if you know Laura O’Grady but she used to be teased about her protruding ears and yet, she has managed to make a brilliant career as a top model. I know that you aren’t a model but you have the kind of looks that would make you a successful one. Maybe you should consider it.”
“No, thank you. I love what I do. And I can’t see myself doing something I don’t love or feel comfortable doing no matter how much I get paid or how successful I become.”
“I guess you’re right. I love what I do. And besides, Ryker would never let you go. You’re too valuable to him and the company.”
“Is that what he said?”
“Yes, when I told him that I would ask you if you would consider a modelling career, he was totally against the idea. I guess I can’t blame him. I’m not sure that I would want my girlfriend to become a model either–“
She stared at him, taken aback. “I’m not Ryker’s girlfriend. I’m his assistant.”
“Oh.” He knitted his brow as he returned her stare as if he were puzzled about something. “I’m not sure why I thought that you and he–oh, well. My mistake. In answer to your question, we have one more photo shoot.”
“Great. I like working with you but this is just not my thing.”
“I understand and you’ve been a great sport about it. I’ll see you on Friday. Enjoy the rest of the day, Shaelyn.”
She smiled. “Thank you, Giles. You too.” She walked out of the studio, thankful that they had one shoot left.
Before going to her room to change into a swimsuit and head down to the pool for a swim, she went to Ryker’s. When she knocked, he invited her in and she went in, stopping short when she saw that his shirt was unbuttoned, exposing a little of his chest. She immediately averted her eyes and tried to ignore her racing heart and the sensations running through her body. “I thought you’d be interested to know that I have one more photo shoot and then, I’m done.”
“I thought you were enjoying them, especially as you and Giles seem to get along so well.”
“Giles is a very nice guy. I get through the photo shoots because of him. He’s a great photographer. He helps me to relax.”
Ryker grimaced. “I’m sure he does.”
Her eyes narrowed. “What’s that supposed to mean?”
“He told me that I have the kind of look which most modeling agencies like and which would make me a success. He asked me if I would consider becoming a model but I told him no.”
“Yes, he told me the same thing and I told him that our company can’t afford to let someone as valuable as you go.”
“Yes, to you, I’m just another employee at the company.”
“That’s not true, Shaelyn. You’re my assistant and my friend–“
“For some reason, Giles thought that I was your girlfriend. Now, why would he think that? Was he confusing me with someone else?”
“There’s nothing between her and me.”
“I’m just not into her.”
“Really? But, you two seemed so cozy at the function we attended last week and she’s your type.”
“I’m not into her,” he repeated. “I thought you would be pleased to know that.”
“Pleased? Why would I be pleased?”
“I saw the way you were looking at us when we were at the function. You didn’t look thrilled.”
“I don’t like public displays of affection.”
“We weren’t doing anything of the sort. We were just socializing and we didn’t go for drinks like you and Brian.”
“We had one drink. And he invited you and Melissa to join us.”
“I’m sure he was happy when we declined.”
“What do you have against Brian? I thought you and he were friends.”
“We’re colleagues, not friends.”
“All right. It sounds to me like you have a problem with him.”
“Yes, Shaelyn. I have a big problem with Brian.”
“But, why? What has he done?”
“He bought you a drink and asked you to have dinner with him.”
She gawked at him. “You’re upset with him because of that?”
“But, why? I don’t understand.”
“Maybe this will help,” he muttered and before she knew what was happening, she was in his arms and he was kissing her. At first she was too stunned to do anything but when she felt his mouth moving hungrily on hers, she kissed him back, wrapping her arms around his waist.
For a long time, they exchanged wild and passionate kisses and then, he raised his head to gaze down into her face. His was flushed and they were both breathing heavily. “This is why I’m not with Melissa,” he muttered thickly. “And this is why I don’t want you to be with Brian.”
“I can’t believe that this is really happening,” she gasped. Please, don’t let this be another one of my fantasies.
“This is real. What we’re feeling is real.” He drew back and quickly removed his clothes. Heat surged through his loins when he saw the way she was looking at him. “Take off your clothes,” he urged her. “I want to make love to you.”
She frantically pulled her dress over her head, rid herself of her bra and underwear. She gasped when he pulled her roughly against him and kissed her ravenously for several minutes before he picked her up. He carried her over to the bed and laid her on her back. She stared up at him, her bosom heaving as she fought for breath.
He pulled her legs apart and moved between them, his breath harsh and unsteady. He closed his eyes when he entered her and moaned when he felt her hands on his back. His hips moved vigorously against her and she clung to him, her eyes squeezed shut. Their moans and groans filled the room. Her plans for going for a swim were completely forgotten.
Source: Bright Side