There I was, bright and early, the morning of the photoshoot. 8 AM. I walked into Ron's office. "You look.... sleepy. And maybe a little more pissy than usual too," he joked. "I have recurring nightmares every night, just part of my glamorous life I guess," I answered. "I can't remember the last time I had a dream, he said, I don't really think I ever have." Well you may think you're cool, but that's impossible, I said laughing, the average person has like 4 dreams a night." "Well, he said, If I do ever have a dream, you'll be the first to know."
We started the photoshoot, and surprisingly, I got comfortable with him really quickly. The more we took pictures, the more comfortable I got. It eventually got to the point where he no longer told me what to pose, I could just do it on my own. He complimented me after every picture, all were unique and all making me feel like the only girl in the world. And that's what he liked, seeing me confident.
When we were done, we sat down and went through some of the pictures together. I was amazed. As I looked through, I actually thought they looked good. I liked the way I looked, and I was so happy about that. "A lot of girls come in here wanting to model for me, he said, but none of them are as sexy as you. I knew from the moment I saw you. The second you walked in. There was something different about the way you looked. And keep in mind, it's my job to find the beauty in people. I sit here and edit pictures, trying to do that all day. I haven't had to edit a thing on you. Not your skin, not your body, not anything. If you don't think you look flawless, which you do, just remember that there was nothing I had to change."
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His Muse
Teen FictionThis is a story of a younger girl and older guy. She isn't used to getting attention or receiving compliments, until he comes into her world and is mesmerized by her beauty and personality. But being together doesn't come easily because of their age...
