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“So, you’re doing the boudoir session, correct?” she asked skeptically.
“I am,” I said, finding my voice. “I, uh, have a question.”
“Shoot.”
“If I wanted to have some gymnastics pictures done as well, would that be possible?” I’d love to have pictures taken that showed the true beauty of gymnastics. Black and whites. Ones that were more danceresque, despite not being a fan of dancing. “Maybe some shots in the air, leaps and things of that nature. Not ones where my muscles were on display.”
“Definitely, but it wouldn’t be today unfortunately. We’d have to set up another date for you.”
I smiled. “That’s fine, I have practice later anyway.”
“Perfect, we can set that up afterward. Since this is a boudoir session,” she said, handing me the clipboard, “I’m going to need to see a photo ID. I hope you understand, you just look very young, and considering what kind of photos these are, I need to make sure you’re legal.”
Trying to calm my nerves, I dug my nails into my palm, pasted on a fake smile—one that I was so good at back home—and played the act.
“Oh, don’t worry. I get that all the time.” I laughed lightly and handed her my fake ID. When she gave a good look at it and then back at me, I smiled and held still. I knew the ID Avery got me was as close to the real one as it was going to be. Money can buy just about anything. And with a lot of money, well, the possibilities were endless.
She stared at it for a good minute before she handed it back to me. I expelled a low breath and put it away.
“If you’ll just take a seat and fill those release forms out, Novah will be ready for you soon.”
Shari stepped in the back while I filled out the forms. Now that the hard part was over and I was in the clear, I was good to go. I scanned over the forms, scribbling my name as sloppily as I could just in case anything ever got out, and then placed the clipboard back on the counter.
I wasn’t sitting in the waiting room long when Shari returned.
“Hey, Adrianna, this is Novah. Why don’t you tell her what you’re looking for?”
Novah. This was the woman who took the pictures of Katja that were absolutely stunning. Classy yet sexy enough that Kova framed them in his home. They were a work of art. Now she was going to take mine, and they were going to entice Kova just as Katja’s did.
“I…um… I saw a friend’s boudoir session and really loved them.” I had no idea what to say. I expected her to direct me. “Not too sexy or revealing… I guess sensual yet tasteful?”
Novah carefully walked toward me with warm eyes and gently asked, “I take it you’ve never done this before?”
A timid smile graced my face as I shook my head and stared at the floor.
“That’s okay.” She placed a hand on my shoulder, trying to reassure me. Her touch was soothing, and I took a deep breath before finally meeting the genuine look in her eyes.
“Are you doing this for you or someone else?”
I bit the side of my lip, unsure how to answer her question. “I guess a little bit of both.” When she didn’t respond, I continued, “I mean, mostly for me. I plan on holding on to them for a while before I give them to him.”
If I ever did give them to Kova.
Self-doubt filled me. I didn’t know why I was here or what the hell I was doing. I could never give them to him.
“Okay, that’s perfect. I have an idea. Do you trust me?”
“Yes,” I said quickly, because for some strange reason, I did trust Novah. She had kind eyes and a gentle smile. I had to trust that she wouldn’t steer me in the wrong direction.
Novah instructed Shari on what to have me wear and showed me to the dressing room. Once I was inside, I shut the door and exhaled a long, hard breath. From the reviews I’d read online, Novah did boudoirs often enough that I felt comfortable to work with her. People raved and glowed about her work, so I knew I was in good hands. It was just intimidating dressing down to so little and having my pictures taken.
Actually, it wasn’t the lack of clothing I had to wear that was the issue, it was getting in front of a photographer and trying to be sexy.
God, I was so stupid. That’s exactly how I had to look at this and push my nervousness aside. Otherwise, it would reflect in the pictures and all of this would be for nothing. With my new mindset, I slipped on the small white tank top and matching bikini panties and fluffed my hair. I grabbed the silk robe, wrapped the sash around my waist, and opened the door.
My fingers fumbled with the tie as Novah walked up to me. “You don’t have to do this, you know.”
I nodded. The thing was, I wanted to do this. Fear and nerves were different from being forced to do something I didn’t want to do.
