In This Life (Sequel to 'In Another Life')

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I would've thought that it would make me freak out more, but it didn't. I straightened my skirt with one hand, leaned up to kiss him, then let go of his hand. "Let's do this," I said, my voice all business now. "Yes ma'am," he said, laughing. I followed him to the other photographer that was there, the one for the news article or whatever it was. The older man positioned us with me standing in between Sam and Colby, my arms behind both of their backs. This made me more nervous than actually taking photos myself, because I knew that it would be the talk of the fandom if they ever realized who I was. Then, of course, they would assume that the only reason I got the job was because Colby and I were dating, when he finally told them. Shit. This might not be such a good idea. I vowed to earn this job and take the very best photos that I could. They would still talk of course, but they wouldn't be able to deny that I did a good job. I felt stiff and couldn't seem to make myself relax. The photographer was getting annoyed, and kept shouting directions to me about relaxing my stance, or unclenching my jaw. I was starting to get annoyed at him, as well as myself, and wanted to just give up, but then Colby placed his hand on the small of my back. I turned my head towards him, and met his gaze. He gave me a small, soft smile and my heart melted. "Yes, that expression. Now look at the camera please. Hold that pose. Got it." After a few shots, just to have a few to choose from, it was over. "I didn't think we were going to make it, but we got there eventually," the photographer said. "Yeah, thanks David. Is Lisa still coming over later for the interview?" Sam asked, shaking the man's hand. He nodded, then shook Colby's hand. "Yeah, she should be here within the next couple of hours. Thanks again. The shots are great. I'll send you the proof before we upload it to the site." The guys nodded at the guy, then he turned and walked out the back gate. "You did great," Colby said, rubbing my back. I rolled my eyes and turned to face him. "Liar," I said, poking him in the chest. Sam started laughing, and clapped Colby on the back. "You are actually lying. About the first half of the shoot anyway. I thought she was going to faint or something." "Shut it Sam. No one asked you," I replied, pursing my lips, and glaring at him playfully. "Back away slowly Sam," Colby said out of the corner of his mouth. "I think you've awoken the beast." My mouth dropped open as Sam laughed at his best friend's words. I slapped Colby's chest, and crossed my arms. "No, he didn't but you're about too. Remember who's taking your picture today? Yeah, I can make you look horrible," I lied. There was no way to make either of them look horrible. Colby was so insecure about things like that though. His eyebrows lifted in surprise, and he grabbed my waist, pulling me against his body. "I'm sorry," he said, leaning down to brush his lips softly against mine. "Forgive me?" I kept my face stern for few seconds, and then let out a breath. "Fine, but only on one condition." "What's that?" he asked, smirking. "I need to change out of these clothes. I need to be comfortable to do my best work and, as much as I love this outfit, it was a bad choice." He looked surprised, like that was not what he was expecting but he nodded. "Come on, I'll get you a shirt and some joggers." He grabbed my hand and pulled me towards the back door. "Don't get stuck in there doing....other things. We need to get the is shoot finished before the interview!" Sam yelled behind us. I laughed, as Colby pulled me through the back, then stuck his middle finger out of it to Sam. I heard Sam's loud laughter, then it was muffled by the closing of the door. We made it to his room, where he found a basic white t-shirt, and a pair of his black Now or Never joggers. I slid the clothes on while he sat on the bed, watching me. "Maybe we have a few minutes..." he said, as I shimmied the joggers up my legs. I didn't meet his eyes, because I already knew what would happen if I did. I pulled the strings on the joggers to tighten them on my waist, then turned and walked towards the door. "Nope. Need to be professional and get this finished." I placed my hand on the knob, then felt his hands on my waist, from behind me. Shit. His warm breath blew over my ear, making me shiver. His soft lips pressed light kisses to the skin of my neck and over to my shoulder, when he pulled the t-shirt over. "Come on T. I'm the client. You have to make the client happy, remember?" I couldn't help but smile at that bullshit line. I turned to face him, his hands just circling my waist as I did. "That's sexual harassment mister," I replied, pushing against his chest until he stumbled backwards with a smirk on his face. He shook his head, then grabbed me around the waist again. "No, it's not. I would never say it to anyone but you. With you, it's just your fiance trying to get some, and helping you to relax." I started to come back with a smart ass reply, but then his lips met mine for a moment, then traveled over my jaw and to my ear lobe. I sucked in a breath, and closed my eyes, all thoughts of what I was supposed to be doing completely disappearing. I opened my eyes, then shoved him back again, making his legs buckle as the back of his knees hit the mattress. The look of surprise in his eyes was very satisfying. He was sitting up, so I crawled on top of him, straddling his waist.