Novaletti Factor

Chapter 7~

The Edging Game

Elise~

The day was sweltering. Of course I would have a shoot outside, during the hottest part of the day, in the summer. But I wasn't complaining. I had to remind myself that photography was my passion, my job and having a studio had been a dream of mine since I was a small child. I enjoyed it...but fuck, it was hot.

"How many more shots?" The husband of my target-a pregnant woman who was about to pop-asked.

"Just a couple more." She wanted the photo's taken in their backyard where they'd set up props on their own. The blue, shimmering water of their pool was calling my name. I was sweating in places I didn't even know existed on the human body.

"Thank God," He grumbled. Five minutes later my camera was put away and I was thanking the couple, promising that the photos would be ready by the following week.

I couldn't get in my air conditioned car fast enough. I downed an entire water bottle before I pulled away and drove back to the studio. Camille was at her usual spot behind the reception desk when I made it in. "Hey. How did it go?" She asked, looking up from a magazine to smile at me.

"Hotter than hell. I almost melted. Lets have sushi for lunch. I'll buy." I offered and leaned aginst the desk. She made a dissgusted face and I frowned at her. "What? You like sushi."

"I do, but I'm just not feeling it. Pizza?"

"Sounds good." I shrugged. There was one more shoot to do after lunch and then I would belong to Micah Novaletti all weekend. As if he'd known I was thinking about him, my phone pinged. I opened the mesaage as I went to my office.

Just you and me for two days baby. Come prepared. I've planned some fun activities for us.

The entire text had my brow lifting and I sent a simple reply 'Can't wait'.  I didn't know rather to be scared or excited. Both emotions wore heavy on me for the rest of the work day. Thank God Camille had offered to do the last shoot. I was extremely distracted. Before we closed the studio a couple more sessions were booked for next month.

I raced home-not NASCAR raced-but five over the speed limit raced-and stripped down for a quick shower. After I was clean-and shaved-I cut the water off and hurried to the bedroom. I settled with the T-shirt of Micah's that I had taken to the laundromat a few days ago and a pair of leggings. Next, I shoved a few sundresses and slips into an overnight bag-didnt bother with lingerie-and went back to the bathroom for toiletries.

I threw in a novel and my laptop before I locked the house up and left. I got to his place in fifteen minutes-not the record time of ten-but I wasn't going to complain. I grabbed my bag and went up the sidewalk to the front door. Before I even had a chance to ring the bell, the door was opening.

Micah pulled me inside, out of the heat and shut us in. "Seven, zero, nine, six, three, two." The combination of numbers that left his lips had me frowing up at him. Before I could even ask I was pinned against the door and he was kissing me. My overnight bag fell off my shoulder and hit the floor with a thud. I linked my arms around his shoulders and took it all in. "The door code. Don't forget it. I missed you." He said against my lips before going in for another kiss that left me panting.

"It's only been three days," I bit my lip to mitigate my smile.

"Exactly. Turn around." Not that I had a choice, he was grabbing my hips with the command and doing it himself. My nose almost touched the wall and I was only confused for a moment. Rule number eight. Micah fingered the wasitband of my leggings and pulled them down, just over my ass. My very bare ass. "Good girl," He praised into my ear before he kissed my neck. My lips turned up in satisfaction as he pulled my bottoms back over my hips. "Let's go make dinner." He pulled me away from the wall and further into his house.