Page 4 of Wish You Knew
“Oh, really? I’m sorry. Working withSFUshould give you a lift, right?” The majority of models I’d worked with in the past would never have been so open as to say they were struggling.
“Rosie?” Ellie came over to us. “Are you ready to shoot the other lingerie now?” She turned to Mark. “We don’t need you for these shots, but you’re welcome to hang around in case we need to reshoot anything from this morning.”
“Right. Sure.” The light mood disappeared, his shoulders slumped, and he sank back into the armchair.
I got up and followed Ellie over to the dressing area.
She pointed to the lingerie on the rail. “Your choice which to do when. There are three new ranges, a bodysuit, a bralette and a set, all in two colours. We’ll see you on set when you’re ready.”
My fingers ran over the silky material of the items, each in simple black and white. Instinctively, I bet Scott would prefer the black version. I slid into the first bodysuit, lacy and embroidered at the top, delicate and sheer below the waistline. A perfect combination of elegance and brashness.
“Can we redo your hair and make-up?” called the hairdresser from behind the screen which had been set up to separate off the dressing area.
“Sure, I’m pretty much ready.”
The woman peeped around the side of the screen. “Wow, that looks incredible on you!”
I caught sight of my reflection in the mirror. The structured boning emphasised my breasts, and the high cut of the bottom elongated my legs. As I took a second look, I saw it through Scott’s eyes and heat pooled in my groin, my insides contracting.
I had to stop thinking about him.
Shaking myself back to the present, I beckoned her in to work her magic again.
The afternoon session took longer than the morning one. I’d done the majority of shots on my own, but the photographer got Mark in for a few. Despite the work we’d done that morning, it had taken me a little while to get used to a virtual stranger holding me close and running his hands over my skin.
Finally, we were done. I pulled the robe around my body and headed over to see the initial results.
The photographer showed me some of the early rushes of the shots on his laptop.
“We’ll do a few edits, not that there’s much to do. These shots are amazing.”
He wasn’t wrong. I tugged the robe tighter around my body, heat flooding through me as I bent down to scan the screen. If only he knew I’d been fantasising about Scott Lincoln half the time to get the sexy, heavily hooded looks.
“Can you send me these?” I pointed at three of the best. “For Insta teasers? Promise not to show everything.”
The photographer roared with laughter. “You’re pretty much showing everything in them anyway.”
I punched him on the arm. “I meant the products. Ellie will kill me if I reveal them before they go live.”
He grinned. “I know. Gimme a sec and I’ll email them over.”
While he did so, I went back to the dressing room to find my clothes. Mark was already there, dressed in jeans, but yet to put on a shirt. His back was to me and I took the opportunity to check out his muscled back and shoulders. Hearing me enter, he turned around, giving me the chance to ogle his chest and abs again. Impressive, but disappointedly devoid of ink, unlike someone else I knew.
“Hey, Rosie. Good working with you, I had fun.” He flashed his pearly whites.
“Yeah, me too. Perhaps we’ll get to do it again.”
He hesitated, then pulled a t-shirt on over his head. “Are you headed home after this?”
“No, staying over another night. I’m back to London in the morning. You?” I went over to the dressing table, grabbed a cleansing wipe and started to tone the make-up down.
“Same. Do you fancy grabbing a drink and something to eat?”
I considered my options. Saff and Tris had already gone back to London. My options were to go back to a dreary hotel room, order room service and watch crap reality television, or go out with Mark. The latter sounded much more appealing.
I nodded. “Sounds good. Give me a chance to get dressed and then we can head straight out?”
There was a short pause. “I need to pop back to my hotel and grab my wallet. Shall I meet you back here in about half an hour?”
