How did this happen?

It's my job, I work with these types of people everyday. It wasn't supposed to happen. I wasn't going to let it happen. But yet it did. Let's hope I don't get broken.


1. Your "Favorite" Person

Elise's P.O.V.

"Hey Elise your favorite person is here today." Andy my manager and one of my few friends said with extreme sarcasm upon the word favorite.

"Oh no. You're not going to make me work with him again are you?" I whined with a scowl running through my dark eyebrows.

"He requested you and only you, like he always does."

"Why does he request me every time?! He absolutely hates me! He complains with everything I do!" I emphasized my rage through my hands.

"He's nice to everybody else, I don't understand why he would be rude to you."

"Well, he's most certainly not nice to me!"

"Well that doesn't matter, what matters is you go do your job and do it well." Andy smiled with a sense of encouragement and the face that also says; you better do your job or you're fired.

"Fine. Where is the egotistical asshole?"

"Follow me." Andy walked swiftly in her at least six inch stilettos towards section four.

You see, I style many celebrities who come through here to get photo shoots and most of them I can handle, but this guy, oh this guy is a real douche!

"Okay here she is. Thanks for choosing us again for your photo shoots." Andy said with her widest smile.

"Thank you so much." He returned her smile.

I rolled my eyes in an obvious manner with a huff.

Andy gives one more glance and flees to the next client.

Here goes another agonizing day with the Theo James.

He seems nice and approachable. I have been told he is usually, but when it comes to me he becomes this guy who no one would want anything to do with. If I do so much as breathe too heavily he rolls his eyes or make a sly comment.

He approaches me so close to the point I can feel his chilling breath train down my neck.

"You know, you shouldn't roll your eyes, it's not very lady like." I could hear his arrogant smirk dancing on his lips.

"Who are you to tell me what is lady like?" I scoffed. Leading him over to the black chair where I will be styling his hair and face. "Whatever, just sit down so I can do you." The very moment when those words tipped over the edge of my lips my palm made a hard connection to my forehead.

"Well then, should I take my pants off now or..." He wore his usual cocky smile.

"Shut up."

"There's only one way to get me to shut up sweetheart." His deep brown eyes met my hazel ones while he bit his bottom lip and released it from between his teeth slowly, never breaking eye contact.

"Whatever" I said short bending down to get to the bottom drawer of the black vanity looking for hair gel and a comb.

"Your ass looks good from this view you know, well, any view really." I heard his British accent lick around my ears.

"Do you really have to do this EVERY time you come here?!" I shot up.

"It's not my fault that you look so enticing in that tight denim." He bit his lip again looking at my disgusted in the reflection of the mirror.

"Can you keep your mouth shut for five minutes?!"

"Oooo feisty, I like feisty."

There's no use in shutting him up. I put some gel in my hands and worked it through his dark blonde locks, making small fists to add volume.

"Mmmm, I love it when you pull my hair." He chuckled deeply.

I rolled my eyes and continued applying the product through his hair. His comments kept running through my mind making me more and more agitated. I subconsciously pulled harder to the point a hand shot up and grabbed my wrist snapping me from my thoughts.

"Watch it will ya'!" He warned in a harsh manner.

"Whatever." I breathed out.

"Didn't I tell you to be more lady like?"

"Whatever, just come put on these clothes I picked for your shoot." I gestured towards the clothing on the hanger.

"That looks like a crap get up." He complained.

"If you criticize every little thing I do, then why keep requesting me?"

"Because your cute when you get flustered." He smirked.

"Just put on the clothes." I ordered.

He went behind the curtain in his grey sweats and black hoodie. About a minute later he came out in light wash roughed up jeans and a simple white button down, only it he didn't button it leaving his tanned, toned torso exposed to the air we share.

"Can you help me with these buttons? They're a little uhh, tricky." He cocked his head to one side.

"Fine." Is all I said while buttoning up the shirt leaving the top three open for a relaxed look. I took a few steps back to look over my work and I thought I did well. I was just waiting for Mr. Opinionated to throw in his 'input'.

"It looks good." He simply said.

"Really? No snooty complaint?" I folded my arms across my chest.

"Nope." He said plainly.

"Elise we need Theo on the set in five minutes!" Andy swooped by.

"Okay let's go Theo, they need you."

"Oh I'm not going." He stated.

What does he mean he's not going?! It's my job to prep and clothe and be sure to get the client to his or her shoot on time or I will be fired.

"What the hell do you mean you're not going?" I asked with panic running through my voice.

"I'm not going unless if you have dinner with me, tonight." He instructed.

"Are you trying to get me fired?!!"

"Not unless you have dinner with me." He grinned.

"I thought you hated me."

"If I hated you I don't think I would be asking you to dinner, now would I?"

"Well I don't know, but what I do know is that I'm not going to dinner with you."

"Then I'm not moving and you'll get fired. Oh and you have about thirty seconds to make your decision." The corners of his mouth curved upwards.

"This is blackmail!" I stated.

"Well if you want to call it that. Twenty seconds."

"Fine! I'll go!"

"Good. I'll pick you up here at eight. Wear something nice but sexy for me." He winked with a wide smile the traveled to his eyes and jogged to his photo shoot.

Well fuck... Tonight is going to be the dinner of hell.


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