Dannies Desires

5 - Dannie

Its fucking 7 in the morning.

My van got locked in the lot I set it in.

Its raining cats and fucking horses outside right now.

As I trudge through the rain on the side walk I curse whoever controlled the weather app.

When I checked it before I left it said that there was no chance of rain and that it would be a nice sunny day. So I didn't bring a umbrellas or coat and now I'm soaked to the bone.

With my brown tank-top and flowy patch pants clinging to my legs my boots are sure to be ruined.

I normally love storms and rain. Just not when I'm stuck in the middle of it trying to get to a gig.

After another fifteen minutes of walking I get to the building. I buzz the ringer and wait for it to open.

Only it dosent right away.

Through the buzzer I hear my old friend Luka's voice.

"Doll I love you but what the hell. When I agreed to help you back on your feet I expected you to be dry. You know how long it takes to tame that mane of yours. Well be here all day."

"Yes I know Luka yada yada, yada. How about you lecture me where I'm not getting pelted by rain. I don't know perhaps your studio. Where you are standing warm and dry." I huff and hear the buzz of the gate opening.

I push it open and run into the building. I run to the elevator just for it to open right when I get there with a amused looking Luka standing there with a towel.

When the elevator doors close I immediately start to strip out of my wet clothes while Luka roles his eyes at my behavior. I don't stop until only my partially wet underwear are on. I then grab the towel from Luka and wrap it around my body. Picking up my discarded wet clothes I hold them while waiting for the elevator to reach our floor.

I'm mostly comfortable in my body. I'm a model for god sakes thousands of stylist's have seen me naked and even more people have seen me in just underwear and a bra.

When the elevator doors finally open onto the top level of the building it opens directly to Luka's studio where people are running around getting ready for the Photo Shoot.

People stop and look at us right when they hear the doors open and then I'm in the middle of tons of people.

Someone takes my wet clothes. Another person attempts to dry my hair with a towel. Someone ushers me into a chair and wipes my face dry. Just like at every other gig I do they don't care if I'm comfortable. They only care that I look good.

After an hour and a half they finally finish my hair and makeup. My hair is simple in a slick back high ponytail and my makeup is natural with a bit of shimmer.

By this point I know what I'm doing so I get up from the chair they placed me in and go behind the certain to change into the first outfit.

It's a sports wear shoot so when I come out I'm dressed in a white tennis skirt, a black sports bra, with plain white sneakers.

Without a word I walk to where the pictures will be taken and people come over to do final touch ups. Luka gets behind the camera and gives me a small smile, mouths me good luck, and sticks a thumbs up in the air letting everyone know that the shoot is starting.

That's when I go into auto-pilot mode. Posing as I should. Fixing what I'm told to fix. Doing my job that gives me no pleasure yet pays the bills.

After thirty minutes its time for a outfit change. I go behind the certain and pick up the hanger labeled two. Its a red body suit and will hug my every curve.

Right when I finish stripping out of the first outfit I hear the elevator ding and then the doors open. Harsh steps enter the studio and the footsteps of the crew stop.

"Mr. Gold what are you doing here?!" Luka says in a slightly panicked and surprised voice.

Possibly the most beautiful voice I've ever heard responds. Deep and smooth with a hint of song in it. And I think I spot a bit of a British accent in it too.

"I'm here for a surprise inspection on the studio you rent from me have a problem?" He says. His tone sending shivers down my spine.

"No of course not Mr. Gold. Its just that I'm in the middle of a very important shoot. if you come back in about three hour-" Luka gets cut off.

"We will be quite. Unnoticeable. Continue what your doing and pretend we are not here." Mr. Gold says hinting that He's not alone.

Right when Luka nods his head in approval I walk from behind the curtain. My eyes immediately falling onto the three beautiful men staring right at me.

They stand in a sort of triangle. The one in front has golden hair like mine although a few shades lighter then mine long on top curly laying on his forehead yet shorter on the sides. Strong bone structure and is lean yet fit. Perfectly tan He's the shortest of the three but still would be much taller then me. Golden brown eyes and a nose piercing as well as ear piercing. A bit of a silver chain peaks from his collar and nails that look like they have a clear coat over them by the shine.

The one that's slightly behind him to the right is the tallest and most broad. A Mop of pitch black curly hair is styled on his head a stray peace flopping on his forehead yet again strong bone structure but I can faintly see some freckles spread across his cheeks. Ice blue eyes His skin is extremally tan like he works in the sun all day every day. I see tattoos peak out on his neck and hands. I just then notice how he has silver rings on and scared knuckles.

The one that's slightly behind on the Left is tall, well groomed with straight deep brown hair. Medium build He's pure muscles like the others. Hypnotizing hazel eyes that are behind clear glasses. With the striking bone structure and pale skin that's not too pale. He has a silver chain bracelet on his arm with clear veins on his hands. He looks familiare.

All three look like Greek gods. All dressed in clad suits, black polished dress shoes, cleanly shaven, fancy watches, radiating power.

I suddenly realize that I've been staring for way to long so I turn my eyes to the ground and walk to my mark. Luka looks at me then the men and goes to his camera.

Right before the first picture is taken I remember where I saw the man on the left from. I turn my head towards the men who are leaning on the wall whispering to each other and looking at me. Mr. Troy gives me a small smirk that makes my cheeks light up. 

He knows who I am.

I advert my eyes and try my best to go to auto-pilot mode but it wont work with the knowledge that these three Greek gods are looking at me.

The rest of the shoot goes extremally slow with these men never leaving. Just standing there whispering to each other while looking at me.

When we finally do finish Luka tells me to pick any outfit to keep. I choose the body suit and layer the tennis skirt on top of it. I put on a plain pair of sneakers and grab my soaked boots.

I'm handed a bag with my still wet clothes even after six hours of being here. I drop my boots in the bag and walk to the elevator after saying bye to Luka.

Right before the elevator closes the three men enter the small space with me taking up what feels like all the room.

My cheeks light up red and I just look at my hands. Someone presses the button to the first floor and the elevator starts moving.

I'm suddenly startled when I head the deep song like voice speek up.

"It's still pouring outside. We will give you a ride back to your house." Mr. Gold says with no room for argument.

I mean Luka knows them kinda. He saw me go down with them if I go missing he'll mention these guys. They don't seem like they would take no for a answer and I don't feel like walking back a hour in the rain to my van.

With my decision I open my mouth.