praise her.
After another long round of snaps and clicks, he finally
lowered his camera. Cassia didn’t dare hope she was done.
She had no idea that it was so grueling to sit or stand and let
someone else capture her image. She was a little surprised
when Rodger walked over and showed her a couple of the last
shots.
She was floored. She hardly recognized herself. She’d
straightened her long, white-blonde hair and worn minimal
makeup, as she’d been instructed. The angles made her look
like a different person. She knew she was pretty, but these
shots…holy crap. They made her look beyond anything she
could have imagined. When Rodger said she looked like a
goddess, she now believed him. It was incredible. He was very
talented, much more so than she expected, but now she
realized that thinking that Stu would hire a mediocre
photographer to entice people to want to pay crazy rates for
their services was a stupid assumption on her part. Obviously,
those photos had to be incredible.
“Don’t worry about a thing,” Rodger said kindly. He’d
probably noticed that she’d tensed up tight. “A lot of girls
haven’t done anything like this. Not just girls. There are men
working here too. Even they get nervous the first few times
they go out on jobs.”
“I’m just waitressing and doing companionship,” she said
quickly, because part of her still didn’t want Rodger to think it
was anything more than that.
He took that in stride and nodded. She could smell his
cologne because he was so close. It was woodsy and not
unpleasant. He had a nice smile and soft eyes. She wondered if