Big Shots

Chapter Two

A/n: time for the shoot... ;)

Selena didn't know what made her submit to this unknown guy.

Maybe it was his charming grey eyes. Or his sexy red lips. Or the smile that morphed into a smirk when she agreed to his offer. Or his deep seductive voice that made her... down there itch without even trying. Either way, she had agreed to being photographed by Ross Vasiliev... the famous photographer who said he wanted to take nude photographs of her.

She should be crazy to accept his offer, and even crazier to meet him the day after. She knew what they were going to do; she couldn't find any reason why she came.

Yet here she was, shuffling nervously along the secluded alley at Fifth Street, where they'd agreed to meet. It was barely six thirty in the morning but they had planned for a photoshoot that featured the sunrise, as well as... Selena Ashworth naked.

She took in a deep breath. As every second ticked by, her anxiety grew. It wasn't her first time taking sexy photos of herself, but it was definitely her first time shooting nude. The most she'd gone was to wear a bathing suit or revealing bikinis, but somehow they amounted to nothing compared to this. It didn't help that the photographer of this photoshoot was to be Ross Vasiliev. Just thinking about how he was going to take those pictures of her made her shiver. She couldn't exactly find the reason of her attraction towards him— any girl out there would be equally, if not more, attracted to this charismatic man— but somehow it was hard for her to rid his image off her mind.

A familiar voice that made her heart leap echoed in the alley, calling out her name. She turned around and her breath caught in her throat.

Although Ross Vasiliev wasn't a model, he could very well qualify for one. Selena had concluded that he looked even hotter than those male models she'd interacted with thus far. She wasn't exaggerating— his dark curls made him look shabby yet faultless. His olive skin radiated under the morning sun, being further flattered by his simple white button-down shirt. She realised he was either too muscular or he liked picking shirt sizes smaller than his actual one, as his shirt was once again glued to his skin, accentuating his broad shoulders and arm muscles.

Selena was momentarily stunned by the proximity of their body. Perhaps it wasn't on purpose but this man was standing a little too close for comfort. She instinctively closed her eyes to take in the scent unique to Ross, a mix of vanilla and cinnamon and something else. Her eyes fluttered open and swept across his face, allowing her to take his features in within a few seconds. Just then she caught traces of his moustache that she hadn't seen the other time they had met, long eyelashes that covered half his eyes and small diamond earrings on both his ears.

Their eyes met and Selena inevitably took a step backward to pace her heartbeat.

"Hi." She couldn't find anything else to say. She was a bad conversation starter in the first place, and his grey eyes were more than distracting.

"Hi," a small smile formed on Ross' face out of politeness. "I'm sorry I'm late."

"No no, I was the one too early." It was true— she had been pacing around the alley for half an hour because she needed to prepare herself for what's to come. Still, she didn't feel prepared at all. She could feel her heart drumming against her chest.

Ross didn't reply a word but smiled in return, which made the tension between them grow.

Selena looked around them uneasily and as if reading her mind, he answered in a surprisingly calm manner, "there's no-one helping out with the photoshoot but myself."