Distance

chapter six

Pictured: Jacques
New York City
Selena's Apartment
Selena's POV

After Carter left to return to his apartment to shower and get ready for his week in the city, I went to the site of our upcoming runway show to set up the dressing area backstage and meet the models. Carter and a few other celebrity guests would be performing at this show, and it was a very important moment for my career.

As I was walking into the location, I looked over the information packet that was given to me before I left work. I skipped the model sheet and portfolios since I wouldn't be able to remember their names anyway. We only had a few big name models that I would have to worry about catering to, and I already knew their names, appearances, and preferences like the back of my hand.

Only the minor models would be present today, and I had to give them the rundown of the show and have them try on their garments in order for me to tailor them to look absolutely perfect on their bodies; which was misleading considering these clothes would look completely different on the average person without hundreds of dollars worth of alterations.

When I arrived, I walked backstage immediately and noticed that the garments had been shipped from our office and put on racks by size, color, and intended wear already, and let out a sigh of relief.

The room was silent and I just assumed that the models hadn't arrived yet. I was 15 minutes early, so I didn't expect them to arrive for another 10 anyways.

When I felt a large hand placed on my shoulder, I jumped slightly and turned, holding my hand over my heart.

"Jesus!" I exclaimed, jerking my head to look up at the cause of my fright. When I saw his face, I gasped slightly and relaxed. He was fine. I straightened out my dress and tucked my hair behind my ear

"I'm assuming you're one of our models." I stated, not hiding the fact that I was checking him out. I saw him begin to open his mouth to tell me his name. "Don't tell me your name, because quite frankly, I won't remember."

He smirked at this, crossing his arms against his chest. He scoffed and looked me up and down, causing my cheeks to redden. "Can you at least tell me your name then, ma beauté?"

I rolled my eyes, but inside I was melting at his French accent. "My name is Selena Reyes and I am your supervisor. Go wait by the clothing racks before this becomes inappropriate," I ordered him.

He smiled and took my hand in his, leaning down to kiss the back of it while maintaining eye contact with me. I felt a blush creeping onto my cheeks but I was frozen in place.

"Enchanté, Ms. Reyes," he spoke to me with amusement. "It's Jacques, by the way." He winked at me and walked off to the clothing racks. Even his walk was sexy.

I couldn't help as my eyes followed him, looking him up and down as I bet my lip and held my clipboard to my chest. My eyes trailed down to his behind, and God, was it a nice ass.

I was brought back from my daydream when the rest of the models and some of the crew arrived. I began explaining to them how the show would run and told the models to go work with the crew on lighting and cues as I would pull them aside individually to pick out their outfits. As I was speaking, I noticed a familiar face enter the warehouse with a guitar case on his back, and smiled slightly before clearing my throat and dismissing the people before me.

As Carter approached me, I felt Jacques' eyes on me, but ignored them. I pulled Carter into an embrace, standing slightly on my toes to reach my arms around his neck. Even with heels on, he had a few inches on me.