Page 13 of Her Cover Model Daddy
Then he began kissing her all over again, planning for some sexy times followed by a quick nap and room service before she had to leave and prepare for the evening’s gathering. He also needed to pack his things since he was leaving at three in the morning to get to the airport for his predawn flight home. But for now nothing mattered except the woman in his arms and what he planned to do with her.
Three hours later, he gave her one last hug and kiss before unlocking the door.
“Behave yourself, and text me when you get home tomorrow,” he ordered gently as she passed him on her way out.
“I will,” she said softly, looking back at him over her shoulder.
Before he could say fuck the afterparty and pull her back into the room, Drake let the door swing closed. Turning back to the room, he saw the keycard he’d given her lying on the dresser. The clock told him he had just enough time to take a quick shower and pack his suitcase before he needed to head back downstairs and find the room where the after party was taking place.
As he went through the preparations both for the party and for his departure, he could not help smiling at the memory of the past few hours. Lacy in his arms, in his bed, and standing naked across the room as she took some extra sexy pictures of him in the bed with the covers drawn up just enough to make them sexy but not pornographic.
He adjusted his cock to a more comfortable position before pulling his shirt out to further disguise the erection suchmemories caused. He only hoped it wouldn’t be too long before he was able to be with Lacy again.
Chapter 9
Lacy sighed as she looked at the two-page-long list she’d finalized after talking with Drake’s photographer friend. Finding models, taking pictures, and selling them were only the tip of the iceberg in a photography business. Websites, business licenses, sales and use contracts, designing a logo, and setting up finances were all required before she could begin finding models, taking pictures, and selling her work.
She’d been home from the book convention for three days and had picked the brains of friends who had their own businesses, without telling them she was thinking of starting one of her own. Just that afternoon she’d finally called Drake’s friend and had a long conversation with him, which grew her list even longer.
All this while trying to overcome a flu-like illness that left her feeling like shit and barely able to function. Rebecca called it Con-Drop, comparing it to the emotional and physical drop submissives sometimes felt after an intense BDSM scene. Lacy had to admit the weekend had been an amazing experience, but she’d never thought she’d get sick.
Grabbing her phone, she called the one person who knew what she was planning. She could not wait four hours until their eight o’clock phone date. She needed to talk to him now.
The phone rang twice before Drake answered. “Hey, Lacy-girl. Are you okay?”
“I don’t think I can do this,” Lacy cried as tears filled her eyes. She felt so overwhelmed she was ready to give up on her dream.
“Can’t do what, Lacy?” Drake’s smooth voice went low and serious.
“Start my own business. It’s just too hard. There’s too much that has to be done before I even start looking for models, which will be a challenge all by itself. I know what I like on the covers of books. I know how to take half-decent pictures. I don’t know anything about contracts or business licenses or editing, and all that other practical administrative shit.”
She was amazed that Drake didn’t call her on the swearing, but he remained silent for several long moments. As she waited, Lacy used the back of her hand to wipe at the tears rolling down her cheeks.
“Done?”
“I guess so,” she said with a sniff.
“Put your phone on speaker and put it down,” he said gently.
She did as he asked. “Okay.”
“I want you to close your eyes and give yourself a hug. A long, strong, tight hug like I would give you if I was there.”
Though she wanted to argue, Lacy did as he told her. Then she took a deep breath and held it for a few seconds before releasing it. A second breath and the crushing anxiety and overwhelmed feelings seemed to lessen their hold on her.
“Better?” Drake asked, his voice gently grounding her back into the world.
“I think so,” she answered softly.
“Good girl. Now, read me your list and let’s see if we can’t make it a little easier on my Lacy-girl.” Drake sounded like he’d put his businessman’s hat on, which made sense because he was at work. “Hang on a second, Lacy-girl.”
All at once Lacy realized she’d interrupted his day. A grimy feeling of guilt washed through her, making her tummy feel slightly queasy. It had only been a few days, and already she was demanding more than he probably wanted to give her.
“I’m back,” he said a few minutes later.
“This can wait if you need to go and deal with your job. I didn’t mean to be so needy.”
“Stop,” he ordered sharply.
