Kiss Me Imagines ✔

Photoshoot - Luke Hemmings - Part 4

I decided to create a clean ending :)

Before she could get distracted again, she picked up the disheveled pages, tapped them into a neat stack, and slipped them back inside the envelope. She started to rise from the couch and then changed her mind. Grabbing her phone, she slid the top page free and snapped a picture before standing and tossing the envelope onto the counter and underneath a stack of mail so she wouldn't spend any more time obsessing over the shots throughout the weekend.

Unfortunately, that didn't happen. She spent the next day tidying up her apartment, catching up on her DVR, and returning phone calls. She stayed busy, but she'd be lying if she didn't admit that her thoughts strayed to him more frequently than she would have liked.

At 5:00 p.m., she gave up and went for a run in an attempt to drive him from her mind, but she returned to her apartment as frustrated as ever. Stripping her sweaty clothes from her body, she turned the water temperature much cooler than she usually did before stepping into the glass shower stall. With a huff of frustration, she gave in and allowed her soapy fingers to slip between her legs and release the tension that had built all day. It only took a few strokes and his imaginary voice in her mind telling her how much he wanted to fuck her from behind to ensure her release, and she groaned as the tension flowed from her. Finally, it seemed, she could put him from her mind.

That is until she meets up with Johanna at the club later that evening and lets it slip that she'd had a more than interesting photoshoot earlier that week. Johanna refused to let her remain quiet on the matter and plied Y/N with a few shots before wheedling the story from her.

Y/N leaned back in the booth and sighed before looking at her friend through her downturned lashes.

"Dammit, Jo, I had a photoshoot with the most gorgeous man in existence. I can't stop thinking about him," she admitted with frustration and a loosened tongue.

Johanna leaned forward across the table and narrowed her eyes. She studied her friend's face for several seconds before asking, "Thinking about him... In what way?"

Y/N took a long swallow of her gin and tonic and flipped her braid over her shoulder. She worried the end of it with her nervous fingers and frowned. With embarrassment flushing her cheeks, she mumbled, "I want to get him naked and do a number of dirty, dirty things with him."

"What?" Johanna asked over the din of music and clinking glasses.

Y/N took another shot when Johanna shoved it toward her and practically yelled, "I want to fuck Luke Hemmings's brains out."

It was at that moment that the song playing in the bar shifted to a rock ballad and the noise level dropped enough so that several people turned to face her table. It was clear at least some of them had heard her lewd admission.

Johanna chuckled and snickered, "Good job, Brainless. I'm not sure the people in the next booth heard Y/N."

Y/N' stomach dropped and she froze in shock when she heard a voice from over her left shoulder say, "No, we could hear, and I must say I'm flattered."

Y/N closed her eyes and gulped in sheer humiliation before peeking her left eye open and shifting her head toward the voice. She was mortified when her shamed look was met by Luke's steady gaze.

"Hi, Y/N," he said quietly but steadily. "It's good to see you again. I didn't realize our paths would cross so soon."

She couldn't speak, merely nodded at his words, but Johanna released a low whistle. "Damn! This is the guy you photographed?"

When you nodded, she stood up and shot you a pointed look. "I'll just leave you two alone then. It seems you might want some privacy."

"Jo-" she warned, but her friend had already walked away.

Y/N tried to hide her stricken face, but she caught a hint of compassion in Luke's eyes. Ducking her head, she tried to calm herself and think of a way to apologize for her lack of professionalism.

He reached his hand to cover hers on the table and gave her a reassuring squeeze. "Don't worry about it, Y/N. \you didn't have any idea I was behind the partition, and I'm very pleased you're attracted to me."

She tried to hide the electricity that sang through her veins at his touch and she managed to stutter, "R-really?"

"Really," he promised with a reassuring smile. "Now, I can't promise I'll strip for you tonight, but could I join you for a drink? It would be nice to know the person behind the camera, and you appear to be suddenly alone."

"That would be nice," she admitted after a moment of hesitation and watched him move to Johanna's abandoned bench and right into her line of focus.