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BKdidn’ttextmehis coffee order so I am hoping he is in the mood for his usual iced Americano today. I spent 90% of the weekend trying not to think about our close encounter and the other 10% daydreaming about it happening again. Or it going to the next level. I know his reputation and his rap sheet when it comes to women. But he must know how to please a woman if he is scoring so many of them right?
I know I shouldn’t want to mount my boss like a Canadian horse officer but here I am thinking about it even while standing in the coffee shop line. I shift on my feet and stumble into the woman in front of me.
“I’m so sorry, I'm practically asleep standing up,” I joke with her to lighten the mood. As she turns around, I recognize her gaze instantly and it clicks for her as well.
“Hey, Carter right? I don’t think we have officially met. My name is Lacey,” she stretches out her hand with the greeting. Normally, it is hard to identify models in the real world because they are missing their mask of makeup but it is easy to see Lacey doesn’t need much for retouching and looks mostly the same. It helps that her look for the Ovis shoot is tame compared to some of the higher fashion spreads I have seen.
“Yup, that’s me. Great to meet you for real, I have enjoyed watching you work on set. Your movements are so natural,” I blurt in the most awkward way possible. I am practically fangirling over her. I might as well be holding a sign that says “sign my boobs” or something.
“You’re so sweet. I hope we are getting the right shots for BK so that we don’t get pulled in for any reshoots. This is my first time working with him and he seems to be happy with everything so far. What do you think? You get to watch the monitors right?”
She seems nervous and a little jittery…she must be in the same category as BK and needs coffee to function in the morning. I have been watching the monitors, but my attention tends to focus more on what is happening live in front of me. When I get curious about the vision he is having and can’t picture the result, I look to the monitor for clarification. But other than that, I try to be in the moment as much as possible to give me the best learning experience.
After all, that is what I am here to do. Learn from one of the best and pick up on enough that I can pose myself more competitively in the market. I don’t want to make it sound like I have been ignoring the hard work she is putting in, but I’m also not sure how to calm her worries without being insincere.
“From where I am sitting, I am loving the whole look and vibe. You give a lot of great movement which means they will have tons of options when they choose their final stills for print. You’re doing great. Plus I am pretty sure BK would have told you by now if he didn’t like the effort you were putting in,” I satisfy her curiosity and I can see the tension move from her shoulders as they relax from her ears. She lets out a breath and then it is her turn to order. She asks what I am having and I give her BK’s order. She picks up the tab even though I explain his company card is in my pocket.
We walk together to the set, exchanging laughs and chatting about our previous experiences in the business. My stories are practically nonexistent but I love hearing about the few big names Lacey has gotten to work with already in the early days of her career.
“This is actually my first time having a guy co-star. I have done group shoots with other chicks before, but having a guy to work with is so different. At least with other women, I know how their bodies are moving. Guys move in such weird ways. And Theo is so stiff! Like come on dude, relax and act like you are having a little fun while doing this,” she confides in me. I have noticed the chemistry and sparks being a bit dim between the leading cast but far be it from my place to voice that opinion. Theo was already hired and we have to make him work for what we need him for. I need to find a way to get him to loosen up.
“Maybe we should all go out for drinks or something after work on today. Being in a different setting might open things up for you to connect and work on that chemistry. Do you have any plans?”
“Do you think he would go for that? It might be weird with just us and him. I will think about it though, it could work!” She says excitedly, a smile plastered from ear to ear. We both spot BK as we enter the set, his arms folded across his chest like a petulant toddler.
“I will talk to you later,” Lacey says in a lowered tone as she wanders off to hair and makeup, sipping her coffee as she goes.
Thetwoofthemroll on set thick as thieves, gossiping and pretending they are oblivious to the fact they are late. People who are late make me break out in hives. If you have a place to be and a time to be there, just do it. We can’t do anything until Lacey is primped and ready, which means we are all waiting around with our thumbs up our asses. Time is money.
Tik, cha-ching. Tok, cha-ching.
People who can’t be on time infuriate me, yet seeing Carter walk on set with a smile on her face almost erases the fury in my veins. She rarely smiles here, and ya, I know it’s mostly my fault since I have been keeping her as my personal errand bitch.
Part of me still feels like keeping her close will end in trouble. The other part of me sees the excitement in her eyes when she’s watching me work. Like she craves being in my place, being in charge of the creative vision, and bringing it to life.
The longing in her eyes makes me almost feel guilty for how I have been treating her, but I’m in too deep now. She approaches me with my iced bean water of choice, the smile from her interactions with Lacey now erased from her cheeks.
I take the coffee with a simple nod of thanks as she turns on her heel and walks towards the food tables. She greets everyone who approaches her. It’s like she is a beacon of fucking sunshine and everyone on set is a damn fly. Drawn to her, enamored by her being, desperate to get closer. But is she going to burn us all in the process? Probably not them, but definitely me.
Theo was on set early this morning getting caked in his drawn-on abs and flawless airbrushed skin. It amazes me how the men in these shoots typically need more touching up than the chicks do. Maybe the women are just lucky, or maybe the guys need a better skincare routine.
Not that I am throwing them under the beauty bus or anything. I know the shit they have to endure can be a bitch. I mean, they have to pretend they are into their co-star, get all up close and personal with them, and they better not pop a boner during the shoot. Not going to lie, I could feel my pants tightening around my dick when I was up close and personal with Carter the other day.
Fuck, it was a close one. And I have had close encounters that ended in extra close encounters. The last coworker I let myself get close to has been on a personal mission to ruin my fucking life since I broke things off with her. Though, if you were never really officially on with someone, does that make it an actual breakup? I stand by the fact that she was batshit crazy and took things way too far. The media seems to adore the things she has to say about me though.
Bitches say they can keep things casual, that they are totally fine with the arrangement. Casual never stays casual in my experience. Can’t someone just take a good fuck and let it be that? I have too much on the line right now to be worried about keeping someone else happy in a relationship. Let’s both get what we need and enjoy it.
My mind can’t stop wondering if Carter is the casual type. Could she be persuaded? Do I want to be the one to persuade her to get it out of our systems? Just once. I know she felt the physical connection the other day between us. How the fuck am I going to proposition her without getting thrown into HR lockdown and destroying my Ovis contract.
“Hey boss man, a few of us are grabbing a drink after we wrap today. Figured I should invite you in case you want to make an appearance and let your hair down,” her sultry voice breaks me from my trance and I officially have a plan.
Alcohol plus undeniable physical attraction minus the structure of work equals a much more laidback BK and thus more charming. I will get her out of my system and best of all, I know she will enjoy every moment.
Theday’sshotlistmoves quickly, a majority using the same setup, preventing us from needing to break down and move things halfway through the day. By the time we wrap it is close to six in the evening and the local bars are starting their happy hour offerings. We decide on Orion, a locally owned bar and restaurant with the best wings in town.
I drive myself there, not offering anyone a lift so that I don’t feel obligated to cart any drunk people home at the end of the night. I won’t let the drunks drive, but I don’t want the interior of my car smelling like a pub bathroom floor, all piss and vomit and bad choices.
I arrive first, guessing a majority of them walked to keep from any inhibited driving adventures. I can handle my liquor and I don’t plan on going far tonight. If I can get my way, Carter might just let me take her here. Or in my car. Or at her place that is nearby. So many possibilities.
