“You good?” Noah asked as he drove.
“Yes. I’m just surprised. Boston didn’t say anything about you picking me up.”
“He does shit like that when he really likes someone.” Noah winked and focused on the road.
The rest of the way, we rode in silence, and I was in my thoughts. Maybe this whole thing with Boston was for real, for real. He didn’t have to do anything for me, and for Noah to say what he said made me think it was true.
Noah helped me out of the car when we arrived at the destination, then went on about his business. He didn’t say anything about picking me up, but I couldn’t worry about that because as soon as I arrived, I was rushed to hair and makeup.
I was an hour into my shoot when I looked up and saw Boston entering the area we were in. I couldn’t stop the smile from spreading across my face if I wanted to.
The smile and wink he graced me with made my clit pulse and my heart seize for a second. I had to refocus on the photographer, because Boston had totally stolen my concentration.
Since he had meetings, he wore a dark gray suit with a black shirt and black sneakers. I smirked when I saw he had that damn wedding band on. The first two buttons of the shirt were undone, so I noticed he still had his chain on. On his wrist was a silver watch instead of a gold one. I personally didn’t mix silver and gold, but as fine as Boston was, he could wear mismatched colors and still turn heads.
There were a couple of people who noticed Boston, but nobody approached him. Suddenly, I got nervous because what if people saw that we were together, or whatever we were doing?
Boston stood with his arms crossed over his chest and watched me. Sometimes he would nod, other times he would smile. A few times, he winked at me, and thank goodness this wasn’t an underwear shoot, because mine was wet.
A few minutes later, the photographer called for a break, so I went over to Boston.
“Hey. Thanks for the ride this morning. And what are you doing here?”
He pulled me into his arms and kissed me like we weren’t around a bunch of people. It was only about ten or so, but it was enough for us to end up on someone’s blog.
“I needed to see you in action, and I missed you.” He kissed me again. “I also have to make sure you get back to your hotel so you can pack a bag and come stay with me.”
I looked around when his hands drifted down to my ass, and he squeezed. The outfit I wore was for a designer’s new summer clothing line collection. It was shorts that stopped mid-thigh with a spaghetti strap crop top to match. There was a sleeveless cardigan that went with it as well, but I didn’t have it on. I could see myself wearing it to run errands, or even something to throw on while traveling. It was simple enough to wear flip-flops, or it could be dressed up with some cute sandals.
“You’re awfully bold with your public displays of affection, aren’t you?” I looked around again, and everyone seemed to be in their own world, but I knew they were watching.
“’Cause I don’t give a damn about that shit. I will never have a problem showing anyone how I feel about you. Get used to it.”
“Well, alright then. Thanks for coming, though. I thought you would have been in meetings all day.”
I was surprised he came at all, because Victor was never interested in being at my shoots. After the first couple of times he turned me down, I stopped asking.
“I wasn’t going to miss the opportunity of watching you work. The camera loves you. I might have to ask for some of these pictures for my collection.” His hands moved to my waist, and he stepped back a little. “I like this ’fit on you. I’m gonna have to get it in every color for you.”
My cheeks were hot, and they hurt from how hard I’d been smiling since Boston arrived.
“I think it’s time for me to head back. It shouldn’t be too much longer,” I informed Boston when the photographer came back out from wherever he went.
“It doesn’t matter how long it’s going to take; I’ll be here. Do your thing, baby.” He kissed my forehead and sent me on my way.
Boston didn’t tell one lie; he stayed the entire time, and I liked having him there. It was going to be damn impossible to leave him when it was time for me to head back home.
WatchingHarvest in her element made me proud and my dick hard. She didn’t need any direction from the photographer; she just did her, and he let her. Harvest was naturally beautiful, but the way she had done her hair and makeup made her look like a true goddess. I was serious when I told her I wanted some of the pictures. I had the perfect place in my office and in my room for at least two of them. No matter what happened, I would have her picture in multiple places in my house. Weird, maybe, but I didn’t care.
“Are you hungry?” I asked Harvest as we left the location.
“Starved. You probably didn’t notice, but I don’t eat much the day before or the morning of a photo shoot.”
“Why is that?” I rested my hand on her thigh while I used my other hand to steer the car.
After Noah dropped Harvest off, he brought the car to me, then went about his day. I wanted to take her to the shoot, but I had to handle some business. I had a meeting with the singer we’d seen at the concert, but she said she needed to talk to her family first. She also wanted someone to look over the contract I offered her. I was impressed that she didn’t just jump at the opportunity. That was even more of a reason that I wanted her to sign. I’d come across people who wanted to automatically sign, just because I wanted them to, without reading anything. I wasn’t the type to dick people, but it was important for a person to read over any type of contract, especially when it dealt with large amounts of money.
“Because even though I’m a bigger model, I don’t like to look bloated, and too much food makes me look bloated. I try to keep things light.”
