“No.” She smiles as she takes my hand and shakes it. “Well, fucking how do you do?”
Sasha and the other pink haired girlugh.
“My name is Mel, she looks around. “They are not here yet then?” she asks.
Sasha shakes her head.
“Stay with us, Emmaline. Your life could be in danger here, woman.” She smirks.
“What do you mean?” I frown.
“These models want your man.”
My face falls. “They do?”
“Yeah, but he’s not into them. It’s rather embarrassing watching them as they try to get his attention.”
“Great,” I mutter as they all break intougher.
star spots the hairdressers and makes his way over to kiss them both on the cheek. “Hello crazy cat
dies.” He smiles. It’s obvious these girls work on all of his jobs and they are very familiar with one
another.
“We are just informing your girlfriend of what she can expect.”
He rolls his eyes. “Stop.”
I fake a smile even though my insides are jumping around in turmoil. That was a piece of information
that I really didn’t need to know. He disappears again and the hairdresser girls set up near the makeup
station. The models start arriving. Each of them bring two or three people with them. They are so thin.
Tall, skinny, and naturally beautiful. I can’t recognize any of them, but they probably look really different
without makeup on. I sit and watch in silence as, one by one, they get their hair and makeup done,
transforming from attractive, skinny girls into gorgeous, Covergirl women.
I watch them move from hair and makeup over to wardrobe, where they just strip off without any
concern, and get dressed in front of everyone out in the open. I’m seeing breasts and behinds. Nothing to
hide, no body shame, and nobody seems to be paying any attention except me. Obviously, everyone is
ustomed to this environment. I feel a twinge of envy. I was mortified that star wanted to watch me
shower even though we have sex together. He sees beautiful women naked every day and he doesn’t bat
an eyelid. What must have he of thought at my childlike embarrassment?
Star smiles appreciatively as they go to him, and kisses them all on the cheek. “Gorgeous.” He smiles
as he looks them up and down and they pirouette in front of him like puppets.
My stomach drops. I know he is just doing his job, and I know this is what you want to hear from your
photographer. Hell, if the photographer doesn’t think you are beautiful than what chance do you have of
getting good pictures from the photo shoot? As the night goes on I watch him in full form. There’s music
on, people jumping at his requests, and I be a little more dejected yet even more impressed. Ten of
the world’s most beautiful women are all smiling and being witty with their assistants mbering around
them. He’s directing them on what position he wants them to change into next, how he wants them to
move, to stand, to feel. He’s telling them constantly how beautiful the shot is, what emotion he wants to
see on their faces, constantly going back and checking the shots where the girls all stand around him as he
shows them the digital screen. Theyugh at everything and anything thates out of his mouth.
As the final shot is taken, sometime around midnight, the girls all y on the hay in only their
underpants, which have been strategically covered in hay by their numerous assistants. Their beautiful
breasts are on show and only covered by each other’s hands. I e to some realizations about my
beautiful Twinkle Star:
He is amazing at his job.
He is an amazing man, and now I know for certain why he wants to end what is happening between us
at the end of the week.
I don’t belong in his morous world.
I wake to star gently kissing my shoulder. I smile to myself a little sleepily. We are naked and warm
in his bed, his body nestled close to mine.
“Good morning, my beautiful Em.”
I reach back to rest my hand on his cheek before I turn my head to kiss him. “Good morning, Twinkle.
He smiles against my lips. “Are you tired?”
I close my sleepy eyes. “Yes.”
He kisses my shoulder once more. “Stay home with me today. We can spend the day in bed.” He rests
his face tenderly against mine.
That does sound really good. By the time we got homest night, it was after 3am. “Hmm.”
My eyes won’t open.
“We could go shopping or I could take you to the art gallery.” He tries harder to talk me into ying
hooky from work, his lips trailing down the back of my neck.
I stay silent, my brain too tired to function, as I enjoy his lips on my skin.
He sits up and rolls me onto my back, pulling the nket back so that he can look at my body.
Something about watching him workingst night has me feeling all empowered. This is a man who
mixes with beautiful women every day. They all adore him, and yetst night, when the shoot was over,
his eyes came straight to me sitting in the corner on the director chair. It was me who he wanted to talk to.
As soon as that st shot was taken he’d e straight over, kissed me, and handed me a ss of
champagne. He then proceeded to lead me around by the hand and introduce me to everyone individually,
his eyes happily lingering on my face as if he was proud that I was there with him. I know everyone was
taken aback when he introduced me as his girlfriend. Hell, even I was. The thing is, I may only have him
for a short time, but I really did feel like I mattered to himst night. It was as if this short time with meN?velDrama.Org holds this content.
meant something to him, too. He is right, though. No matter what happens between us in the future, I will
look back on this time with fondness. His eyes roam down my naked body and then back up to my face.
“Thank you foring with mest night.”
I put my hands behind my head. “I loved seeing you work.”
His eyes hold mine.