To Model A Man

Chapter 3

Luke Reidson's POV

My doorbell rang at 10:00 am. Opening the door to a crumpy-looking  face, but makes it even better to work with.  "Good morning," I said,  letting Jonathan inside, "make yourself at home." he sat on my black  leather sofa. Offering something to drink before getting started. He  asked for water and maybe something for the hangover. I snorted, handing  him an aspirin, "seems you been partying hard last night."

"I also forgot, that I was sleeping in someone else's house," he said, rubbing his temple."

"Wait...you slept in my cousin's house?" he looked surprised.

"Not with her," he snapped, regretting it, since it made his headache  worst, "she is off-limits to me. My boss is her father after all."

I told Jonathan we are going to the beach, let the project begin.  People were walking by, noticing him in his office suit, 'He wears this  even on the weekend?' he looked away from prying eyes, "Remind me why  you brought me here?" he points at his outfit, "I look like an idiot."

"Relax," I got out to swim trunks, handing them to him, "you can  change over there?" Jonathan peers over at the changing booths, 'then we  can begin."

He wanted to say something but decided to just do as he was told,  wanting to get paid after all. A few minutes later I heard a rustle  behind, turning around, to see Jonathan standing before me, his clothes  under his arm, and the trunks tucked on his body. 'I could see that his  form was meant for the beach,' I thought sarcastically. "alright, sit across from me. You can leave  your clothes next to my bag."

When he was settled, it was time to begin, "So, Jonathan Muller is  it?" he nodded, covering himself with his arms, he seemed to be  embarrassed. I wrote his name down. Getting my school camera out of my  bag, "I am going to take some pictures first," Jonathan gaped at this,  "it's part of the project," I snapped some pictures, "mind doing some  poses for me?" he sighed, looking uncomfortable doing this. Wanting that  money though, he unhooks his arms from his chest. People were looking  at us. Some girls want to take pictures with us. Jonathan allowed it, as  two snaked themselves around him. Snap, snap, went the camera,  adjusting the lens every now and then.

Putting my camera back, it was time to start taking notes, "So, why  don't you start telling me about yourself? How long have you worked at  that company?" he got confused on why I am asking this, "to work with  you, I should get to know you a bit, correct?"

I did have a point, "I started there twenty years ago," I nodded,  writing it down, "been promoted recently though, to top salesman there,"  felt as if he was bragging, but this was his time to tell me what he  does for a living.

"Have you ever wanted to do something different?" he shook his head, "what about when you were younger?"

"I may have wanted to travel the world once upon a time?"

"Interesting, so a part of you probably still wants to do that. You  just pretend that sales are the only thing you want to do in life."

"What are you, a therapist?"

I snorted with a smirk, "If that were true, you would have to charge me instead."

Barbara runs over to us, she was in her strawberry patterned bikini, "How's it going over here?" she wondered. I told her, it  was a good session.

"I guess that's a good start for now?" I said to Jonathan, he agreed, feeling himself getting sun burnt, "bring some sunscreen next time too," I suggested.