"Gorgeous! Amazing!" Marco called out from behind the camera as I watched the flashes appear in front of me.
Today was shoot day, meaning that I would need to pull out all the stops to become recognisable.
Wearing an oversized white blazer and ridiculously tall heels, I gave my best poses towards the camera...making love if you will.
"Undo the blazer a tad, show some skin!" His flamboyant mannerisms made me chuckle as I undid a button from my blazer, exposing my cleavage.
Being blessed with larger boobs, making it as a model would be extremely difficult. I didn't have the physique many models had; size 0, tall and slim build. I was 5"4, now 5"9 with these heels on, double d chest and curvy. I wanted to break the mould, whilst Rachel's figure was the perfect one, for the perfect model.
"Show them what they want!" Marco winked and applauded as I chuckled and gave my best smouldering looks.
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After several outfit changes over the day, this was my favourite. For once I felt sexy and confident but also classy and classic.
As I changed back into my leggings and hoodie, Marco came running over.
"Excellent shots today my darling!" He beamed and gave me a kiss on each cheek.
"Thanks Marco, I couldn't have done it without you." I placed my hands together in front of me, linking my fingers together.
With a soft smile, I looked at him, grateful for each experience he gives me. The trust he has in me, 'a vision' is how he describes it.
"My dear, the camera loves you." He smiled and walked away slowly, about to give the same praise to some of the other girls who had attended today.
I smiled over to them and picked my bag up from the floor, making a swift exit for the door.
As I walked down the stairs towards the double doors, my phone started to ring. As I glanced down into my hands, I could see Rachel's cheery face pop up on the caller ID.
"Hi Rach". I replied and walked into the fresh air. I had been inside so long, I don't think I had seen any daylight today.
"Yo bitch." Rachel laughed down the phone which caused me to grin. "Dinner tonight, what are our plans?"
"No idea, lovely," I replied and unlocked my Range Rover Evoque and jumped inside, "I'm pretty tired."
Rachel sighed down the phone. She had obviously been bored and cooped up all day, now expecting some fun.
"Well, George has invited us to dinner."
"As in, Russell?" I queried whilst applying lipgloss to my chapped lips.
"Mhmm," she mumbled.
A silence filled the air for a few seconds, mulling over my decision to attend, knowing full well Rachel would be devastated if she didn't go.
"I mean, we can go," I started the engine of the car, "but will he be there?"
"You mean Daniel." I could almost hear her smile down the phone.
"As in Ricciardo, yes." I laughed and pulled out of the parking space, making my back home.
"He will be there, yes."
Whilst stopping at a red light, I signed, remembering the last encounter I had with Mr Ricciardo. A heavy blush appeared to my complexion.
"I don't know if I can face him Rach." I spoke honestly and pulled off once the lights had turned green.
"Oh come on! It wasn't even that bad." She laughed and I could hear her moving around the house, almost defiantly getting ready to attend a dinner she had already promised we'd attend tonight. "Plus, it's been a week since that happened, so he's probably forgotten."
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Dinner was amazing. The food was to die for. Rachel seemed happy as could be with her new friends, chatting away as she always did.
As I finished my last piece of ravioli and sipped at my wine, I could feel eyes burning into me. I had been avoiding Daniels gaze at all costs, too embarrassed to look at him.
I could tell that the other guys sensed tension between us as they subtly made eye contact with each other whenever a question had been directed at myself or Daniel.
As Rachel, Lando, Mick and George erupted with laughter, a small voice creeped out across from me.
"Can we speak in private please Ame?" His thick Australian accent still prominent from even a whisper.
With my head held by my hand, I nodded and stood up with Daniel. The others, too wrapped up in their conversation, didn't even notice us leave.
Or maybe they wanted us to go so the awkwardness would leave. Either way, they didn't seem bothered whether we were there or not.
I followed Daniel to a private outside area, away from the busy dining area. All that could be heard from here was the cars down the road and any noise from near side bars and restaurants. As it was Monday, it remained fairly quiet.
Daniel placed both hands in his pockets and rocked from side to side.
This was awkward.
"So..." I hinted and watched as he settled his footwork.
"So..." he repeated and moved his arms so they were crossed over his chest.
I let out a frustrated exhale, not reaching a point of conversation, I pulled out my cigarettes and lit one whilst waiting for Daniel to talk.
"Why do you smoke?" He queried and watched me take a drag.
I raised an eyebrow and placed the object between my lips for a second time.
Exhaling the smoke, I looked at Daniel.
"Is this why you called me out here? To ask why I smoke?" My words came out harsh.
"No. No," he shook his head as he tried to find the words, "I wanted to talk about what happened last time we were together."
I looked down to the ground, holding my cigarette between two fingers.
"What about it?"
"Do you regret what happened?"
Stumbling into the back of the taxi, I pulled Daniel's strong arm to sit beside me.
He clattered into the back of the vehicle and closed the sliding doors behind him. Leaving our friends behind at the bar, we decided to go elsewhere and make a break for it.
Usually I wouldn't go running off with a random man I hardly knew, but Daniel felt familiar, I could trust him.
"Where do you want to go?" He slurred and moved closer to me, resting his hand on my thigh.
I looked down to inspect his rings. He was wearing multiple on this hand, every one unique.
I placed my hand down on his and pulled his fingers up to my eye line to investigate.
'Let's fuck' was engraved on one of his rings. Why was that so hot?
"My place?" I said in a hush tone. My mouth spat out the words my mind was thinking. I blame the Tequila.
Daniel smirked in acknowledgement and I ushered the taxi driver to my address.
"This ring..." I began as I fondled it, "is hot."
"Really?" He smiled and grabbed my hand.
Biting my lip, I nodded and kept my head down, feeling flushed. Hot and bothered.
"These lips..." Daniel began and placed his hand under my chin, pulling my face up to meet his, "they're hot".
He totally copied my line.
Before I could respond, our lips met each other.
To begin with, I didn't know what to do. I'm not at all used to kissing random guys. But the alcohol racing though my body soon knew what to do. I kissed back.
This kiss was intense, Daniel's hands continued to run across my body as we deepened the kiss with our tongues.
"Do you regret what happened?" I retaliated back, snapping away from the thoughts of last week.
Daniel smiled and rubbed the back of his neck with his right hand.
"Of course I don't." He answered confidently, causing me to blush.
I looked down at the ground and flicked my cigarette down to the concrete floor.
Daniel's body moved closer to mine as I saw his shoes inch closer in my direction.
The same action as last week; Daniel moved my chin up to meet his. In heels, I just came to Daniel's shoulder.
"Why would I regret being with a beautiful girl like you?" He asked. His eyes were glossed over by the nightlight, twinkling in auburn sun. Smooth like silk, rich like caramel.
As he leaned closer to me, a loud noise interrupted us, ripping us apart.
"Hope we aren't interrupting anything." Rachel smiled and she wrapped her coat around herself, tying the belt in a loop.
I looked at Daniel as he smiled politely, brushing off our recent encounter.
The other guys followed suit to the front of the restaurant.
"I think we should go lovely, we both have work in the morning." Rachel reminded me and linked her arm with mine.
"Oh shit!" I exclaimed, "What time do we start?"
"Got to be there for 8 tomorrow morning." Rachel groaned. She was not a morning person.
"That's a lie-in compared to us!" Lando exclaimed, "we have to be up at 5 for training."
Rachel pulled a disgusting face and rested her head on my shoulder.
Soon enough, our taxi turned up. We said our pleasant goodbyes to the boys and hopped into the car. Before I could shut the door, I heard Daniel tell us to wait.
As he jogged over, he held open the door of the taxi.
"Would you like to go for dinner tomorrow night?" He asked sheepishly.
I could almost feel Rachel's grin from behind me.
"I'd love to." I responded and promised to text him about it tomorrow.
He smiled and closed the door. The taxi moved forward almost instantly.
"Fuck off!" Rachel screamed and slapped my arm, "A date with Danny Ric!"
I laughed at her actions, seeing how excited she had become.
"Behave," I scolded and wiggled her arm from mine.
"Let's hope you can take it all the way tomorrow night then, Ames?" She raised her eyebrow and chucked.
Using some strong language, I ushered her to stop. My checks had become heavy from laughter and blushing.
The more I came to think of it, I was going on a date with Danny Ric. A proper date.
"I tell you, one taste of Miss Fox and they come crawling back for more." Rachel cheered.