Chapter 2
Zayn watched as Tia stormed around the studio. Muttering to her herself.
He couldn’t help but grin to himself. As she was setting up a camera, she turned to look at him.
“Are you just going to stand there? Get out of those wet clothes.”
“You’re the boss.” He said with a grin as he began to take off his clothes.
"All of them?” he asked. Knowing she wasn’t really paying attention.
“Yes, all of them!” she snapped. She realized what she had said and looked up as his hands went to the button on his jeans.
He had already stripped off his wet t-shirt and was now pushing down his pants.
She swallowed hard as he did. She should’ve known he wouldn’t be wearing any underware. He rarely did when they were together. He looked up to see her watching him.
“Where do you want me?” he asked. A cheeky grin on his face.
If you only knew she thought.
“Um, dry off and put on the black jeans and the white button down shirt.” She said. Wondering if her voice faltered.
She shook herself back to reality and realized that she would have to do his makeup and hair.
Damn damn damn she thought. Could things get any worse?
She shouldn’t have thought that. Because when she did, things usually happened. Without warning, there was a crack of lightning and the lights shut off.
“Fucking Christ!” she swore out loud.
She could hear Zayn laughing.
“Shut up Malik. This isn’t funny!” she had to feel her way in the dark to find matches. She could light the candles in the studio to shed some light.
“I’m not laughing. Seriously.”
“Yeah, whatever!” She found the matches and lit the candles.
When she turned to look at him, he had only a towel wrapped around his hips and to her he looked like a slice of heaven. “Damn.” She said. Her voice whispered.
“Did you say something love?” he asked.
“Um, no. Put some clothes on. Before you get sick.”
“Yeah, that’s what it is isn’t it Tia?”
The lights came back on and Tia breathed a sigh of relief.
“Thank God.” She didn’t look at him, but she heard his movements as he was getting dressed.
“All set boss.” He said and she looked up at him. He was stunning.
He had left the shirt partially open and you could see his tats. He looked sexy as hell.
“Um, okay, let’s get you into the make up chair.”
He followed her and sat down. She quickly turned on the lights that circled the mirror.
Tia turned to look at him and was lost in his gaze once again. She quickly snapped back.
Damn him she thought to herself. She didn’t have to apply much make up to him. His face was almost flawless. She ran her fingers through his hair and quickly applied a quick bit of spray.
“Okay Zayn-bear, onto the couch please.” She moved to turn away from him, but he reached and caught her hands in his.
“I haven’t heard Zayn-bear in years. I’ve missed it.”
“Did I say that?” she asked with a nervous laugh. “Well, I didn’t mean it. Let’s go.”
