The Stupid Side of Practical

Chapter 10

It had been hard getting out of bed this morning, but she had breakfast with Emily and filled her in on the week's events. She couldn't even bring herself to be upset when her two o'clock session was late.

Michael was a great looking twenty-one year old trying to break out into the modeling scene. He had the face and body for the business and today he hired Gina to help him beef up his portfolio. She had done the same for a few other models here and there, ultimately it was busy work but it definitely helped make the rent these days when wedding season wasn't in bloom.

The hours seemed to fly by as they had some fun with the shoot. Michael was an easy six foot three and completely toned. His body reminded her of Josh's. She learned that Josh ran every morning before he went to work. It was his routine to get in the zone. A routine that kept his body in tip top condition.

Smiling to herself she pushed her thoughts of Josh aside.

Her attention shifted back to Michael who had stripped down to an impossibly small pair of nude boxer briefs that barely covered the essentials, and he wrapped the white satin sheet around his waist.

"Comfy?"

"Very," Michael smiled, "You're good at this Gina. This doesn't even feel like work."

"Thanks," she raised her camera to her eye and started clicking away at the shot. "These sessions should be fun."

"Are you single?" he aims his sexy half smile at her.

"No," Gina shook her head as she changed the setting on her camera, "And no flirting Michael."

"Sorry," he apologized, "couldn't resist. I'm in bed, mostly naked and a beautiful woman is taking my picture."

Gina laughed as she walked over to her table of equipment, "Trust me Michael, you don't want any of this baby momma drama."

"You're not a mother," he said a bit shocked.

"Nine weeks preggers," Gina said taking off her green sweater and leaving her fitted black tank on over her sports bra. Under all the lights her studio was warming up fast, thank god she'd worn a pair of yoga shorts in to work with.

"Well if it matters, I can't even tell."

Looking back at the scene behind her she let a small smile pull at her lips, "Flattery my dear, will not get you 25 percent off this session." Making her way back to the scene she cames in closer for a better close up shot.

"You're killing me," he said with a playful teasing grin. He was such a flirt.

"Okay, okay, on your back, one arm over your head. Good, don't move." Gina climbed up onto the bed and straddled his hips with her feet so she standing directly above him. "This is the money shot."

Gina began snapping away with her camera pleased with the images that she's capturing.

"Should I look serious?"

"Sure," Gina shrugged, "Give me that sexy not smile. Perfect." The shutter goes off a few more times and she walks up his body to get a better focus on his face. "Shit," before she realizes it she almost loses her balance, but he reaches up and clasps his hands around the back of her calves.

"Careful."

"Thanks," Gina let out a breath, "That's the last thing you want, death by pregnant lady." Letting out a giggle she continued to snap some more shots while he threw one hand back up over his head, keeping one hand braced on her leg to hold her steady.

"What the fuck is going on?"

Both Gina and Michael jumped at the angry shout coming from the studio doorway.