On the brink of being deported, Karlie turns to the powerful businesswoman, Taylor Swift, for help.
Guys I literally wrote this 6 years ago and had no idea what I was doing.
While Karlie was sleeping in and Taylor had the day off because it is Saturday, she decided to open some of Karlies last boxes to help her unpack. It might be an invasion of privacy, but they are going to be married soon, so she doesn't worry about it too much.
She stands in the kitchen wearing her short pajama shorts and a tight white tank top without a bra. She takes a pair of scissors and slices the box open with ease.
Inside, picture frames are individually wrapped in bubble wrap. She picks up the first one and unwraps it carefully. She's is in awe of Karlies cuteness. She stands, no older than ten, with a can of soda and a bowl-cut hairstyle.
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This prompts her to open another carefully wrapped photo. In the next, she sits on, what she assumes to be, her fathers shoulders. Her chin is resting on his head and her eyes are closed. She is wearing a cute little yellow raincoat looking as adorable as ever.
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She decided to unwrap another photo. While reaching into the box, she spots a large orange envelope. Curious, she reaches down and picks is up. It is light, and feels empty. She opens the envelope and reaches inside, taking out a set of steamy photos.
Karlie stands in red lingerie staring lustfully into the camera in most of the photos. Taylors jaw drops as she shuffles through each photo.
Holy shit, Taylor thinks as she pulls out more and more photos in different sets of particularly racy lingerie. She never said she was a model!
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Taylor feels a flutter in her deep in her stomach at every photo.
A creek on the floorboards bring her out of her trance. "Taylor?" Her head whips around to see a confused Karlie standing in the doorway of the kitchen, five feet away from her. She looks over Taylors shoulder to see what she was staring at. Her eyes go wide. "What are you doing?" She rushes over and grabs the photos and envelope, stuffing them back inside.
Taylor, embarrassed for being caught, sputters, "I-I, I was just trying to help you finish unpacking. So I opened the box and there were cute photos framed of you when you were little. So I looked at them, then found that envelope." She takes a breath, Karlies face is a deep shade of red, she is unable to meet Taylors eyes.
"I'm sorry you had to see that," Karlie tells her, clearly ashamed of herself. "Those are from a long time ago."
Taylor is confused, "You're 'sorry I had to see that'? Karlie, you're hot, no, you're unbelievably sexy, I wish I'd seen them sooner!" Karlies cheeks become even redder. "But, who even took those?"
Karlie sighs and finally looks at Taylor. "Cara is a photographer. She was applying for a position at Victoria's Secret and needed example photos. I volunteered to model for her."
Taylor thinks for a moment before saying, "can I keep them?"
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Just a short, fluffy chapter because I felt bad the other one was short and sucked. Sorry for so many photos, I wanted you to see what Tay was.
