50 Shades of Dallas (Cameron Dallas)

Photo Shoot

I step out of the elevator and head straight for my car. Shit I don't even know if Kyle can take the pictures. I pull out my cell and punch in his number.

"Hello?" His voice sounds husky.

"Can you do a photo shoot for me. Pretty please it'd mean the world to me."

"Oh Sarah I don't kno-"

"It's with Cameron Dallas."

"When and where?"

I smile. "I'll stay in touch." I hang up and get in my old beat up car. "Please work." I say to myself as I twist the key.

It starts up with ease this time. "Thank you lord." I pray and head back to the apartment.

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When I arrive at our apartment door I step inside without knocking, well because I live here. "How'd it go?" Crystal asks. "Fine. He's yummy."

Crystal smiles.

I walk into the kitchen and notice a package on the table along with some flowers and a bottle of whine. "Who are these from?" I ask. "Ohh you know. Cameron Dallas."

"For me?!" I asked surprised. Wow. He barely knows me and he's already sending me things. I dig my apartment key into the tape that's holding the package.

I open it and inside is one of his companies laptops. One he makes. Inside is a note.

'Hope we can stay in touch. I've already created an email for you. All you have to do is open it up and open the email app. You should have an email waiting from me. XoXo ~Cameron'

Damn. I open up the laptop and turn it on. I toss my keys on the counter, put the whine in the fridge, put the flowers in some water and take my new laptop to my room.

As I sit on my bed I open up the email app and indeed awaits an email from him.

'Dear Ms. Kline,
When and where shall we do this photo shoot? Please make it soon I can not wait to see that beautiful face of yours again.
Sincerely
Cameron Dallas'

I bite my lip and reply.

'Dear Mr Dallas,
Would tomorrow at noon work for you?
Sincerely
Sarah Kline'

In seconds I have a reply. I click and open it.

'Dear Ms. Kline,
Can't wait to I see you tomorrow at noon. Let's do it at the hotel across from Checker Records the coffee place. Please do keep this laptop so we can stay in touch. Here is my number if you ever need anything (555) 607-2345
Sincerely
Cameron Dallas'

I immediately pull out my phone and add him as a contact. I do have an essay to do. Maybe if I re-search the man it'll have his story.

I decide to google the man that gave his speech at the college. "Ah ha." Here it is. As I skim through everything I type up a full essay about him.

"Done." I say to myself as I put my laptop away. I sigh and go back into the living room. Crystal is asleep on the couch and I don't know what to do to make time go by.

All I can think about is Cameron. I decided I need to get my mind off things so I take a nap after I text Kyle the time and place.

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THE NEXT DAY
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I wake up to light streaming through the windows. I squint my eyes as they slowly up and adjust. I yawn and stretch out my arms.

"What time is it?" I ask myself in my morning voice. I turn my head to the clock. "ELEVE?!" I shriek in horror. Just the there's a loud thump and I'm assuming Crystal fell off her bed.

"What? Sarah what is it?" She asks rushing in. "THE PHOTO SHOOT!" I yell and scramble around getting dressed in a pink top with some light blue skinny jeans.

"SLOW DOWN!" Crystal shouts. I stop an look at her. "What photo shoot?" She asks.

"Mr. Dallas agreed to do a photo shoot for Kyle. I need to be there."

"Well I'm going." She snaps and rushes around with me. I quickly do my makeup. Black smokey eye, pink lip gloss, mascara and eyeliner with a little wing. As for my hair, I curl it and run my fingers through it so the curls are loose.

I check myself out once more in the mirror before stepping out of my room. Crystal is already to go waiting by the door. I grab my keys and we walk out the door to the elevator.

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We rush inside the building. And look around for any sign of them. As we look around a big tall buff man walks up to us.

"Hello, my names Taylor I'm Mr. Dallas's bodyguard room 207 the old art room is where they are set up."

"Thank you." Is all I manage to get out. He scares me he's so big. We walk to the room and knock gently. "It's open!" I hear Kyle say.

We walk in and there he is Mr. Perfect himself standing there posing for each picture. I can't help but bite my lip. I close my eyes and my fantasy's take over.

"Touch me more please!" I beg as he stands naked in front of me. His fingers glide across my sex as they make their way to my clit. "More!" I beg as I squirm and arch my back. I moan as he inserts his strong middle finger into me. "You're wet." He whispers in my ear. As he sucks on my neck I move my hips and grind up against his fingers. Slowly he pulls out his finger then thrusts it back into me only much harder.

When I open my eyes I see everyone is staring at me as I finish my moaning noises. I blush and look down at the floor. Boy I really am wet.

As Kyle snaps a few more photos Cameron walks over to me pulling me in for a picture. I smile at the camera. "I want a real picture with you." I look up at his tall frame with a bit of confusion.

All he does is smile then tickles my sides. I giggle and squirm as more camera flashes flash. "STOP PLEASE!" I say breathless. He stops and I look up into his beautiful eyes.

He leans his face closer to mine and our lips almost touch but he backs away. "How about we go get coffee?" He asks. I look over at Crystal who's nodding frantically.

"Okay." He escorts me out and to the elevator. As we step in I press the first floor button while biting my lip. "Don't bite your lip Sarah." Cameron says sternly.

"Why not?" I ask biting my lip harder. "It does things to me." I look up at him and he's staring ahead. "Make me."

"Huh?" He looks down at me with a raised eye brow. "I won't touch you without a contract being signed." He says sternly. "Why?" I ask as the elevator doors open.

He walks quickly out of the hotel an across the street to the coffee place. He grabs a seat as do I. "I'll have a French vanilla latte." I smile at the waitress.

Cameron waves her off indicating he doesn't want anything. "Tell me about yourself." He says folding his hands on the table.

"Well I want to be a writer. Currently I'm working at 'Suitable Stories'." I can't even finish telling him about myself. "I want you to work for me."

I look up into his eyes. "What?"

"You heard me. I didn't stutter."

"Cameron that's nice but I want to be a writer and o wouldn't fit in. I don't look like them."

Cameron shrugs and the waitress brings me my latte I take a sip and its to hot to drink. "He puts down a $50 bill on the table and exits.

Me being me I get up and follow him. "Listen you should stay away from me if you know what's best for you." He glares at me. I stand partially in the road and look at him shocked.

Did he seriously just do that. Is he bipolar or something? "Excuse me?" Before I can finish my sentence he pulls me up against his body and out of the road.

The car that almost hit me honks and speeds off. "I'd stay away from me if I were you." He kisses my cheek before walking off.

He leaves me standing there alone on the sidewalk.