No Time

Chapter 4

Every morning before a photo shoot I make sure to give myself an hour longer than I would usually need to get ready for the day so I can sit with a face mask before rinsing my face with ice cold water to close up my pores before the makeup department forces pounds of makeup onto my face.

After my pre-photo shoot face ritual I dress myself in a pair of distressed jeans and my Juilliard t-shirt before putting on my white slip on Vans and grabbing my sunglasses before heading out the door.

I knew Laura was still fast asleep in my bed, but I didn't have time to deal with that and I knew she would be able to find her way around my house like she always does.

I opted for a taxi since I didn't feel like standing in a moving underground car for twenty minutes and was soon standing in the studio waiting to be rushed into makeup and wardrobe.

When I told them Mr. Crowely would becoming to the shoot they all freaked out and started running around like headless chickens.

Eventually they got everything in order and I was sent to makeup where they put a light layer of foundation on my face before contouring my face and painting my eyelids a mix of maroon and gold.

Next they sent me off to wardrobe where I was put in a maroon suede skirt, a tucked in black t--shirt with a bikers jacket. They topped it all off with a pair of black ankle boots and a gold necklace before sending me off to the cameras

"Nice to see you showed up," I said when I noticed Mr. Crowely sitting on one of the couches behind the cameras.

"I'm only here because these are the photos for my companies ad," he bluntly stated, locking eyes with me.

"And here I was thinking you came to see little old me," I smirked sitting myself down next to him.

"Don't flatter yourself," he said flatly, giving me a sideways glance.

Just as I was about to say something else an idea popped into my head which made my grin widen into something that probably made me look like I needed to be put into a mental institution.

"Excuse me?" I said walking up to the man I assumed was in charge. "Would it be possible to get Mr. Crowely in on some photos? He has a photo shoot with me for his company coming up and I'm afraid he's a bit nervous and wants some practice beforehand."

"Of course, we'll get him into wardrobe right way," he assured me. "In the meantime why don't you go stand in front of the camera so we can begin."

I gave him a curt nod and watched in amusement as two girls dragged Mr. Crowely into the dressing rooms despite his protests.

"I'm so gonna get you for this," he growled, when I simply let out a laugh and waved goodbye to him.

After a long thirty minutes of posing with multiple cars and motorcycles Mr. Crowely emerged from the dressing rooms and I would be lying if I told you my breath didn't get caught in my throat.

He was wearing the same pair of black trousers, but instead of the white button up and grey waistcoat he was now wearing a maroon button up with the top two buttons undone to give him more of a ruffled look.

"Great, now that you're here Mr. Crowely I want you to get on the bike while Ms. Husher leans her back on your left bicep," the photographer ordered.

I immediately did as I was told but could feel Mr. Crowely back away a little bit when I leaned on him.

"Don't worry, It's just business," I assured him.

"Why must we do this," he groaned.

"Because you want me to endorse your company," I shrugged.