We steal chaste kisses here and there, and I want more. “After this little photo session is over,” I whisper in his ear, “I want you to take me to your bedroom.”
He smiles. “That’s exactly the plan, Grasshopper.”
I fill with anticipation at the thought. I just can’t seem to get enough of him. I wonder how long this feeling will last. They say the initial honeymoon phase is six months. That’s exactly the length of my contract. What will happen when my contract is over? Do we break up? I prefer not to think about it at all, and just enjoy the present moment. I haven’t been this happy in a long time, and I refuse to let my cynicism and negative thoughts ruin that.
“That was so fun,” I tell him as we walk back to my desk.
He presses his mouth against my ear. “We’re not done.”
I look up at him, wondering what else he has in mind.
“I just need to get a few things done in my office,” he tells me. “I won’t be long.”
I watch him as he disappears into his office. I’m already eager for his return.
“What were you guys doing?” Rosetta asks. “Playing naughty Twister again?”
I laugh. “No… we were at the park, taking pictures.”
She pulls a face. “Taking pictures of what?”
“Ourselves.”
She shakes her head. “Young people these days.”
I turn to my desk and get back to work. I’m not at it very long when Weston sends me an email requesting my presence in his bedroom.
I leave my work and try to be discreet as I can as I exit the office. I take off my heels again since I don’t want Rosetta to hear the sound of me walking to his bedroom.
When I get to his room, I walk around and study my surroundings. I admire the nice furnishings and the knick knacks on his dressers, a glass sculpture of a dolphin, a gold trimmed wooden box, and a fancy vase, both empty. I marvel at how perfect his personal space is, like a bedroom in a show home. It doesn’t seem lived in. The bed is perfectly made, and unlike my room, there are are no candy wrappers on the bedside tables, no books strewn about, no dirty underwear on the floor.
I walk over to his collection of family photos. His children are both so beautiful, and the photo of him and Bridget on their wedding day is exquisite. She looks like a fairytale princess. I pick up the photo of Mirella. She’s very beautiful in an unconventional way. I feel like she and I could be good friends if we knew each other. I wonder if we like the same things. I can picture myself enjoying a cup of tea with her, and perhaps a little shopping.
I’m still holding the photo of Mirella when Weston surprises me. I quickly set it back on the bookshelf. “I’m sorry…”
“It’s fine” he says. “You may spy on me, as long as you put everything back in its rightful place.”
I smile as he inches nearer. “So now what?”
“Now I undress you again, and I take photos of you.”
My jaw drops to the floor. “Uh… I don’t know how I feel about that.”
He smiles. “They will be very tasteful photos, and I will give you final approval.”
I bite my lip. “Well, in that case…”
He sets his phone on his bedside table. “Let’s get started.”
My heart beats a little faster as he closes the distance between us and reaches for the hem of my top. I raise my arms, and he slides it up my torso and over my head.
Next, he gently removes the clip from my hair, and lets my locks cascade over my shoulders. Then he spins me around and unzips my skirt. This dance is already familiar. I love when he undresses me. I’m left with nothing but my bra and undies, which he quickly peels off. “Oh damn… I’ve done a number on you.” He crouches to his knees and kisses my bum softly.
“You have.”
“And here I wanted to take photos of your delicious behind.”
I laugh. “Well, you still can. I can easily airbrush the bruises out if you’d like. It’s what I do.”
