I wrote back.
Fine. Leaving now.
Chapter Three
Shane
My cock swelled in my pants as I heard the elevator approaching my floor. My whole body was tight, fierce and ready. I was even sweating a little.
She’s coming, I thought. I almost was too.
I took another sip of my ice water, trying to cool myself down, but it was nearly impossible. Just waiting for her through the afternoon felt like an eternity. I hadn’t even bothered going through Janice’s shots yet. I’d tried. I transferred them to my computer and started marking the best, but I only got through a handful before I had to call it quits.
I just couldn’t get her out of my mind. Jane. Jane my beautiful princess who had no idea just how gorgeous she was. My diamond in the rough.
Her bright eyes were burned into my brain. The way her thick mess of gorgeous hair hung over her face…she was like a doll—a doll made specifically to drive me wild.
Unlike Janice, Jane was subtle, understated, just waiting for a guy like me to bring out her inner bad girl. No—not a guy like me—me.
I’d gotten a single taste of her, and a feel of those spectacular tits underneath her shirt, but it wasn’t enough. It wasn’t nearly enough. I wasn’t going to stop until I had every inch of her, and now she was on her way up to my studio, which meant she wanted it to.
This sort of thing had never happened to me. Not once. Not even when I shot Svetlana, Victoria’s Secret’s hottest new runway model from last year. She’d all but told me I could fuck her during the shoot, but I kept it professional. But Jane wasn’t a model. She wasn’t even in the industry. She was just a girl—a drop dead girl that had my fucking world spinning and my dick as hard as steel. If I wanted her, I was going to have her.
My legs went tight as the elevator stopped and the doors creaked open. And then there she was, standing there like goddess, practically shaking with nervousness. My jaw practically fell open.
“Jane.”
“Hi…” she whispered. Her voice was like magic, but as I looked at her, I saw something I didn’t like, if that was actually possible. She’d done her make-up.
For whatever reason, even though I’d put my hands on her earlier this morning when she looked like she’d just crawled out of bed, she thought she had to do herself up for me.
Had she told Janice she was coming?
“You did your make-up,” I said. Jane hung her head in embarrassment.
“Do…do you like it? You probably know better than I do—”
“No,” I growled, stepping right up to her. She looked up at me with confusion. “A girl like you doesn’t need any make-up. None. Come on. Let’s get it off you.”
I took her by the wrist and led her to the bathroom. I handed her a pack of make-up removal wipes and stood behind her so she could see my reflection in the mirror. She’d changed her shirt since I last saw her. It still had that same rock New York look, but was even shorter than the last, which showed off her gorgeous waist and flat stomach.
How could this girl not know she was beautiful!?
I stood in silence as she took her make-up off, and watched as her natural beauty shined through.
“There,” I whispered. “That’s it. Now we can shoot.”
“Shoot? You—you want to shoot me?”
“Of course I do,” I told her, taking her by the shoulders and turning her around to look at me. It took every ounce of strength I had not to tear her pants off of her and bury my face in her pussy. But I decided to tease her a little bit first. “Why else do you think I invited you here?”
Her eyes swelled with surprise, but I didn’t give her a chance to react. I took her warm hand and led her back into the studio and right over to my grey canvas backdrop. I turned on the soft modeling light of my large softbox and switched off the house lights, bathing my studio in a gentle orange glow. Then, I picked up my camera.
“Take your clothes off.”
Jane’s beautiful eyes went wide and she gasped. Whatever she thought was going to happen here—this wasn’t it, and that’s why I was doing it. I was going to have my way with her, and this was part of it. Her beauty needed to be captured, and I was starting my private collection of photos right now.
“I—”