My One Night Stand// l.h

Camilla

"Where have you been young lady?" Wren demanded as I stepped into the studio, shrugging off my cardigan. I rolled my eyes at the fedora covered head of my assistant. "Val will be upset that you're late again." He says in a scolding manner.

"Where wasn't I?" I fired back picking up my camera and ignoring his second remark.

"Hmm mmm." He said through his lips looking me up and down. "You had another boy in your room didn't you?" He demanded saucily. I laughed as I moved toward the models.

"When don't I have a boy in my room?" I replied with a wink. Wren sighed heavily.

"You really have to tell me where you get all these men from. It's like a cesspool out there in my line of business." I laugh again as I fix the lighting on the spotlights.

"Right there. See? Not too bright. This girls complexion is different. We don't want to overwhelm her." I tell newbie Margie who blushes fiercely and nods her head. "Well your line of business is behind. Literally, like in the behind." Wren scoffed at me and rolled his eyes. "Aye if I find a boy who likes stickin it up there you'll be the first gay guy I'll call okay?" Wren scoffs again.

"I better be the only gay guy you call." He fires back before turning around and snapping his fingers. "Alright alright people! No lolly gagging! Don't make me come over there." He barks at the other models standing around and goofing off. I laugh to myself at how harsh he's being as I focus on the girl before me.

"Okay Mel now sell the product. Give me some love over here." I tell her, adjusting the setting on the camera before angling myself up for a shot. Mel doesn't even reply. She gets straight to work letting out a slew of poses as my camera snaps every shot. "Good Mel! Great!" I encourage, even if she doesn't need it. "Derek!" I bark glancing at the camera the up at the male models.

"Yes Ms. Detson?" He calls out jogging over.

"Camilla. Ms. Detson makes me sound old. Go up with Mel." I reply gesturing for him to stand up next to her. Mel doesn't seem to happy with idea. She likes working alone but in this business she needs to learn to work with other models. I've slowly been working Derek into her shots who she doesn't like. Derek, I mean. The boys sweet but he's new and a little shaky on his movements. He'll get better though, in time. If he doesn't, Val will fire him.

"R-right.." He stammers out glancing at Mel a little worried. "Thank you Ms..." I shoot him a look. "Camilla." I smirk and motion for him to go ahead while I ready my camera again.

"Remember, you're modeling clothes people. Not your bodies. This isn't a strip club." I call out. A couple of people snicker and Wren does his signature Hmph. It's a sound he makes when he's unimpressed. "Now Mel, you're not close enough. At least pretend you're interested in him." Mel makes a face but does as she's told, as she always does. Tugging on Derek's tie she pulls him down to her height and stares into his eyes, smiling like she has some huge secret. Derek is shocked, you can see it in his eyes. I snap a picture. "Perfect!" I cry out.

After a couple more rounds with different models and different styles of fashions I call out a twenty minute break before we start up again for another half hour and then break again for lunch. Wiping my forehead and setting my camera down, I grab the water bottle Wren hands me and chug half of it down before sitting down in my seat by one of the makeup mirrors.

"So this boy, tell me about him." Wren begins pulling up a chair next to me. I sigh and shrug. We always do this. He thinks I have too many one night stands for my own good. I think I have the perfect amount. Taking another sip of my water I sigh again before answering his question.

"Well he was one of the better fucks I've had in a while." I reply twirling a strand of my dark hair between my fingers.

"Oooo." Wren says leaning in. I scoff.

"That's it Wren. He was just a good fuck. I don't even remember his name." Liar. Okay, whatever maybe I do remember his name maybe I don't. No big deal.

"Well what did this good fuck, look like?" He demands. I shrug thinking about him now.

"He was tall. Tall as fuck. At least six foot. Blond hair. Impossibly blue eyes." I murmur out the last part.

"Impossibly blue." Wren echoes. I sigh and shrug like I don't care. "Uh-uh don't give me that. Impossibly blue eyes? You were sober when you met him?" I laugh at this.

"I'm always sober when I meet boys. I don't sleep with just anyone. He certainly wasn't sober though." I shrug again, taking another swig of my water bottle. Wren is about to pile on the questions when my phone rings in my pocket. Furrowing my eyebrows I pull it out and glance at the number.

"Who is it?" Wren asks when my expression changes from one of confusion to absolute shock.

"Me?" I say cocking my head.

"What?" I turn the screen around and show him the number.

"That's my phone number." I correct. Wait, that means. "Shit." I mutter answering the phone. "One night stand boy?" Theres a heavy sigh on the other end.

"Luke." He corrects me.

"Luke." I repeat. He's quiet. "You have my phone." I tell him.

"You have mine." I snort.

"Well why was your phone on my dresser?" I question. He might be rolling his eyes at me. I know Wren is. "Where are you?" I demand before he can say anything else.

"Back at my apartment." He replies.

"Okay, well where do you live?" I question.

"Come on now, I can't tell you that can I? You might stalk me." He retorts, using the same exact wording I used when he asked where I worked. I laugh, much to Wren's surprise.

"Touché Luke Baby. There's a coffee shop on 5th and Maple can you be there in thirty minutes?" I don't wait for an answer. "Okay, cool. See you then One Night Stand Boy." I hang up and shove his phone back into my pocket. Wren is giving me this look but I don't meet his eye. "Break times over people! Places!" Theres a chorus of groans but everyone does as their told. I can only hope Luke does the same.

A/N:
This one is longer than the last! Hope you enjoyed it!