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“I’m sorry, Mr. Andrews,” I whisper almost inaudibly. He must’ve noticed as he takes a step forward, placing his finger underneath my chin and lifting my focus to him.
“It’s going to be fine, little one. First-time jitters are quite natural. I will be here to help you, guide you through all of this. Just don’t quit on me. We have only just begun,” he says with a wink, then turns to head into his office down the hall.
I can’t help but smile as he walks away, leaving me to ponder on his words, his touch. What did he mean we have only just begun? Maybe he can sense what he’s doing to me, the power he has over me.
I’m almost certain he was just flirting with me…
But I have been known to read these situations wrong. Hence why my love life is non-existent and has no bright future in sight it so seems these past nineteen years.
“Are you ready to be fitted?” one of the girls picks up where Mr. Andrews had left off.
“Yes!” I tell her. I’m feeling extra ready for my time to shine in front of my boss now.
The girl is a brunette, with a soft voice, and rather flawless features. She leads me to her fitting room and takes out the lingerie sets Mr. Andrews has selected.
“How long have you been working here?” I ask her.
“A couple of years now. Mr. Andrews is awesome, not to mention the perks alone of working for a man of his status. If I didn’t have this gig, I would be back to square one of picking up any modeling job I can land for $100 bucks, and that’s if I’m lucky. Nothing compared to what I make working here. I’ve always felt welcomed since day one, and I’m sure you’ll feel the same in no time,” she assures me with a warm smile, making me feel at ease.
“My name’s Molly,” I tell her, sticking out my hand as she hands me a black, lace, two-piece garment that is almost see-through.
“My name’s Ash.” She grins at me, watching me turn to go into the dressing room to try it on.
“Do you want me to wait for you?” she asks.
I don’t want to sound like someone who needs their handheld every second of the day.
“No, that’s alright. I know where I need to go.”
I hear her steps leaving the room until they fade out completely. Only then I realize that I should’ve asked her where the robes are so I don’t have to wander the halls in this skimpy lingerie that she has given me. It’s too late now, though.
I hear the door open a few minutes later.
Ash is back, I secretly hope to myself for my robe’s sake.
Assuming it’s her, I open the dressing room door and step into the small room that we’re sharing for today. I’m about to call for her when I hear a soft groan come from behind.
I’m startled to see Mr. Andrews!
He and I stare at each other from across the room. His eyes don’t move from my scantily-clad body.
“My models are beautiful women, but you… you look incredibly hot in that. You’re going to be the front page of the magazine this fall, there’s no doubt of that,” he tells me, squeezing his hands in fists as if he’s uncomfortable, almost in pain.
I’m not sure how to respond.
Is this really happening right now?
There’s a slight pause between us. I swear the room is getting hotter. My nipples are hardening, pressed against the thin fabric of the lingerie, and that’s where Mr. Andrew’s eyes stray. His gaze shifts, slowly sliding down my body to linger on my flat stomach, then drift them between my legs where they remain for a moment before taking in the length of each leg. The longer he looks, the hotter I seem to get for him.
“The things that I could do with you,” he murmurs in a deep voice. I glance down shyly and notice through his slacks his hardness for me.
That’s all for me.
“I was, uh, just wondering where the robes were.” I clear my throat, not wanting to look or sound even more like an idiot.
“Here,” he says, walking over to the closet and grabbing a pink silk robe out from the second shelf.
