There she was looking at him. As he got dressed she was looking at him with that look. He’d count himself one of the good guys, but sometimes being a good guy could go out the window in moments like this. He knew what she wanted though. She crawled to the middle of the bed lying on her stomach, her curvy ass covered by a section of the bed sheet. Her perfect breasts resting just behind her crossed forearms as she propped herself up with her elbows. The sunlight crept through the partially drawn blinds and sparkled in her red hair and green eyes. She was looking absolutely stunning at that moment.
He picked up his gold Rolex from the top of her dresser. This watch was a gift to himself for reaching a major milestone of reaching his first hundred thousand dollars, as a studio. He still knew what she wanted as he strapped on his watch and tried to be nonchalant about the situation, but she broke the silence. She asked, “Do you want to have breakfast together? I can get dressed and whip something up for you” He didn’t want to say “No”, but he knew if he said “Yes” they’d end up back in bed later and they’d be doing this whole dance all over again and it would be just torturing both of them.
He walked up to her, knelt down, and brushed the hair from her eyes. She smiled closing her eyes. He kissed her and said, “Candace you know I got to go. We talked about this last night, don’t make me feel bad ...you know I’d rather stay”. He was ready to leave at that point. He winked at her and continued, “I really had a great time”. She smiled blushing a little and replied, “I did, too” playing with her hair. They held each other’s gaze for a beat and he asked, “You’ll walk me out?” Without hesitation she jumped up from the bed taking his arm, walked down to the living room and finally the front door. She pressed her tight naked body against his and snuggled in, breathing in his cologne that lingered in his clothes. They kissed one last passionate kiss at the front door. He opened the door to go. His light travel bag and camera bag with him the rest of his gear in the rental car outside. She touched him on his chest and he left.
He honestly could have stayed, but it was the right thing to do, so he had time to kill before his flight. He stopped at a nice diner on the way to the airport and had breakfast. He sat down and while he waited for a waitress, he setup his MacBook and checked messages and his itinerary for the next couple of days. His waitress finally walked up to his table with a walk like a runway model, but without all the glamour. He ordered his regular weekly breakfast, a breakfast burrito, raisin bran, yogurt, and coffee. She wrote it up and took his menu with proficiency and smiled.
His flight was to Mexico. He’d be meeting up with the rest of his staff for a swimsuit photo shoot for a popular men’s magazine. The featured model was a statuesque blond with Icelandic features. She was said to be a joy to shoot with, but he’d be the judge of that as this would be the first time working with her.
After the shoot everyone was invited to a yacht party, which for him would be the highlight of this trip, as he heard Leona Lewis would be in attendance. He had met her in Paris during an assignment during fashion week six months earlier. He, felt there was a bit of a connection so it would be good to start something up again if it was really there. Sometimes he’d think to himself about the perks of this career and lifestyle and realized that even if Leona wasn’t there he was sure he wouldn’t be alone that night after the party. It’s just the way it was.
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