was also a feat unmatched in the natural world.
She tried to put her hand against my chest when she reached me, but I took a step backward and left her arm dangling in the air. For some reason, she was always trying to touch me.
“What are you doing here, Chelsea?” I asked as she formed her mouth into an oversized pout at the fact that I backed away from her.
This woman got me into trouble, and I was almost certain she knew it and liked it.
“I’m doing the photo shoot with you for the Spokane project,” she smiled. “Isn’t that great? You and are going to be in another photo together. Except for this time, it’s going to make me money.”
I ignored her and walked right over to my publicity director.
“I want a different model for the shoot, take Chelsea off of it.”
My publicity director looked at me and shook his head. “You’re the boss, so I’ll change her out if you say to. But the client saw a portfolio of models to choose from and specifically requested Chelsea. I even asked him for a backup second choice, like I always do in case a requested model can’t make a shoot. But he said he only wanted her. He liked the look of her long black hair and umm, curves.”
Ugh, crap.
I couldn’t afford to piss the Spokane client off; this project was way too important.
“Looks like we’re doing the shoot together,” I said to Chelsea as I walked back over toward the backdrop where she was standing and primping herself.
“Yay!”
This should only be a few innocuous photos for the website and print materials that the company decides to use. It’ll take less than an hour, be in front of several of my employees who are here to assist the photographer, and be an innocent set of poses in front of the backdrop banner that shows a landscape of Spokane with one of our builds in the forefront. All that Chelsea and I have to do is stand in front of the screen in whatever platonic poses the photographer puts us in. Brooke was upstairs working with Max still, and I would tell her everything about Chelsea being here and how it went just as soon as I got back upstairs to my office. There was no reason to overthink this at all; I just needed to do it and get it over with.
The photographer was nice; she reminded me a bit of Brooke. They had a similar look and way about them. She also had a very creative eye and came up with some unique positioning to make the photos look unique and sharp. As the shoot started to drag on longer than expected, my mind started to wander to last night. I was still listening to the photographer’s directions, and I was still posing with Chelsea against the screen, but I was also letting it all kind of drone out in my head while I thought about Brooke and the night that we shared.
It was a wonderful feeling knowing that we were back together in a much more unshakeable way than we ever were before. I wondered what she was doing upstairs now, and I couldn’t wait to be done with this shoot and get back up there to her. I also couldn’t wait for the workday to be over so that we could go back home and I could make love to her again. Even the mere thought of it sent a tingling and exciting sensation into my pants.
What happened next was not only unexpected but completely unnecessary. I heard the photographer say something about the last pose being a more “intimate feel” to make the viewers feel like the build in the picture was more like home than just a house. I knew what she meant; she was talking about creating a feeling of being one with the surroundings in the landscape backdrop; she wasn’t talking about being intimate with the model. But of course, Chelsea jumped on the word intimate and used it as an excuse to touch me again. This time, since I had been daydreaming and not paying much attention to her, I wasn’t ready to react to her advance as quickly as I needed to be.
She reached her hand straight down the front of my pants and wrapped her fingers around my cock, managing to move her hand in two strokes before I was able to grab her wrist and pull her hand