Forevor

24 year old Ember finds love in an unexpected place. This is their journey through life and love.

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2. Chapter 2- First Name Basis

Chapter 2- First Name Basis

The next morning, I was up at 7, making breakfast and getting ready. After a hearty meal of bacon and pancakes, I climbed the stairs to my bedroom. I picked a simple outfit out and headed into the bathroom. Once finished with my shower, I threw on jeans, a purple tank top, and my white converse. I put on mascara and lip gloss before heading downstairs, bag over my shoulder. My keys lay on the counter where I had set them last night. I roped them around my neck and was out the door at 8:45. It only took about ten minutes to get there.

Once my car was parked, I hopped out and headed towards the building. Inside, Damion stood waiting for me.

"Good morning, Ms. Cedarland. I'm glad you showed up." He had a crooked smile on his lips, his hair tousled to perfection.

"Good morning to you as well, Mr. Townsend." I said okaying along with the last name thing.

"Come right this way, I've got the next line of bikinis all set up." Bikinis?! Must be a new fad or something. I followed him into the back, where he had a green screen set up. In the corner, there was a rack that held 5 or 6 bikinis on it. Damion pulled one off. It was purple with a deep v-neck. It also happened to have a thong bottom. Great. (Catch that sarcasm?) He handed it to me and gestured to the changing rooms.

"You go ahead and change in there while I get the camera set up. Unless you'd rather change out here?" he asked innocently, his eyebrow raised. My cheeks burned.

"I'll take the dressing room, thanks." I said before marching into the room with as much dignity as I could muster. I pulled the bikini on doubtfully. It was way too revealing for my taste, but I was getting the big bucks so...... I walked out, trying to be confident. Damion's eyes roamed my body, but not in a gross way. I could tell he was analyzing how he should position me.

"Where's the rest of the crew?" I asked, noticing the absence. He smirked.

"I'm the head photographer. I don't need the others unless I'll be out of town for some reason. It's just me, mainly, who takes the pictures." This job was starting to feel a lot more intimate than he had portrayed it to be. He had me lay down on my stomach, one leg in the air, a fan going, blowing my hair around like it would an island breeze. I could almost feel the soft sand beneath me. It became as natural as breathing when I modeled. I did the signature model face at the camera while Damion clicked away. He commented every now and then. Things like: Oh, that's good. Perfect. Hold it right there. After a couple pictures he'd tell me to adjust. He did some of me on my back staring up above the camera. Standing up, sitting, you name it. I did all of them in the different colored bikinis. The last set was of me in a orange bikini. It glowed on my body. He snapped a few pictures, before stopping to study me carefully.

"What is it?" I asked. Was I doing something wrong? He shook himself.

"Nothing. Just thinking is all. I think were about done for today. Wanna come see the pictures?" He asked. I nodded, and walked over curiously. I'd never been shown the pictures of me before editing and such.

There I was, looking like a classic model. With the green screen on, it looked a lot more realistic.

"Those are amazing, Damion...." I breathed. Damion gave me a funny look. That's when I realized....

"Oh my gosh! I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to... Make it unprofessional, it just sorta slipped out." I apologized.

"Don't apologize. Damion is after all my name. How about we keep it at a first name basis. I'm sure there's no harm in that, right?" He asked with a grin. I nodded, smiling as well.

"No harm indeed." I walked back towards the dressing room, smiling as I went.

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