Pretty Little Lady [Slow Updates]

~Personal Photographer~

So this is a bit of the story that I'm writing about with Rihanna and Harry being the main characters.

Sneak peak:

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Robyn watched as Harry, an amazing photographer, sat his things down in order to set it up for her first photoshoot.

"Are you sure you wanted it to be in your room?" Harry looked around with a raised brow, slipping his trench coat off, showing off his tight shirt. It clung to his muscles and abs that she couldn't help but smirk at. "It's a little dim in here." He frowned.

"I feel it fits the theme," she shrugged tightening her rose gold silk robe on her body. "If you need to crack the window a bit you can but the moon can only do but so much." She shrugged once more while fixing her hair in the mirror.

Harry Styles couldn't help but watch Robyn's robe rise as she stood on her tippy toes and tidied up her makeup. He was very attracted to the woman he had met but he figured she wouldn't even flirt with him. Besides he was a horny nineteen year old boy and she was a mature 26 year old woman.

"Um, why dont you go get dressed while I get everything set," he suggested since they had already waisted enough time on her giving him a house tour and fixing herself up. He also had another photoshoot 30 minutes after hers. "Whoa what're you doin'?" Harry blurted as she agreed and started to slip her robe off.

Damn, she was something.

"Getting ready?"

"Do you need me to leave for a bit? I'll give you some privacy-" but Robyn's robe had already fell on the floor leaving her in her light pink lingerie. "Uh, R-Rob-"

"Are you okay?" She raised a brow, her voice like music to his ears. "I thought I asked if it'd make you uncomfortable over email."

"I didnt get an email." She giggled and covered her mouth with her newly pedicured hands.

"Do you want to just go to your next photoshoot early?" She still slightly giggled at the mix up. "I can call someone else-"

"No," he put his hands out almost dropping his camera but quickly pulling it to his chest. "I-I- mean I can do it," he shrugged coolly. "It was just a small mistake, besides, I'm the best in Brooklyn remember?"

"Mm, so I've heard, and you're only nineteen?" She tilted her head while bending over to place her hands on the bed.

Harry rapidly nodded and watched as her back slowly arched until her elbows were pressed on the bed.

"Did I pay for you to just stare at me or did I pay for the best Photographer in Brooklyn to do his thing?" She playfully sassed putting her fist under her chin and wrinkling her nose.