"Damon," Chez greeted, "meet Catalina. You're her personal photographer. Have fun now." With a kiss planted on my cheek, Chez left. That man is more like a great friend then a boss. Chez is a very colorful person, maybe thats why i love working for him. I giggled at his walk as Damon's presence became stronger.
"So lets start shall we?" I asked, facing him, quickly processing how close he was to me. His 6'5 frame towered over my 5'5 foot. I was caught in his trap as he pointed the camera lens down at me. I couldn't process what just happened until Damon stepped back.
"Well Catalina," he says, causing me to shiver, " lets start. What category are you? " Damn, he's business. I like it, he's serious about his job. This partnership might just work. But why can't I say anything? He was just watching me, waiting.
"Just party dresses for now," I coughed, moving out of an awkward situation, "I'll go put one on." I quickly retreated from his side towards the dressing room to see a white, slight see-through, short length dress. It was very cute and thats what I love about my job also. I slowly pulled on the dress and got my hair and makeup done. I did everything in my power to focus my mind on my job but Damon continued to invade it.
"Have you seen that new guy yet?" Tonya, my make up artist/ best friend asked, " I mean hot fucking damn!"
"His name is Damon," I tell her, handing her the coffee. She does a small happy dance as she took a big gulp of it. Damn this girl can drink coffee.
"You know his name?" She questioned as she continued my make up.
"He's my personal photographer," I calmly say, even though my thighs clenched together for dear life. Tonya gave me a smirk and wink before she glanced up. Through the mirror, Damon came over to me.
I didn't turn until my makeup was 100% done, which was quicker than I thought. I turned to see Brent behind Damon, in a white suit. I zipped up my heels as Brent helped me stand.
"Hello Cat," Brent greeted, kissing the top of my hair. Even with heels on, he's slightly taller than me. Since he is 6'0. A blush instantly went red as he gave me a warm laugh.
"You do that every time," he joked, leaning against a wall, drenching in his sex appeal. Of course imma blush, you hotter than hell!!!
"You surprise me every time," I say, hushing that sex kitty in my head. I'm trying to be a better person I reminded myself before following him to the set. Damon's presence became more known when I felt a hand on lower back. I froze in place, trying figure out what's going on with my bodies reaction.
"Nice boyfriend," he commented, pressing a little hard on my back. I glanced up at him to see him looking down at me intimately. I pressed my thighs together drawing in a breath.
"I don't have a boyfriend," I stumbled out my mouth. The pressure of his hand loosen and traveled slightly up my spine as my breath loughed in my throat. Suddenly we hear Brent call out Cat, meaning me. Damon dropped his hand from my back, sliding it down my spine leaving me shivering. I slowly fell out his trace as I was called again. I quickly rushed towards Brent. He held my hand as I placed my free one on his cheek. Click. Brent stepped closer to me, looking towards the camera, while I moved my hand from his cheek to his hair. Click. I looked over at Damon as he locked eyes with me, camera hiding most his face. My nerves spiked as I didn't look away. Click. I didn't look away, I couldn't. His eyes were a trap and I couldn't brake free. It wasn't until felt Brent pull me towards him so fast I was pulled out. It was forceful - not so much to feel like your gonna get hit but enough to get your blood pumping - that a small moan escaped my lips that only Brent and Damon could hear. Click.
