Chapter Five

Jen and Richie started to giggle. “We’d better get dressed,” Jen said, and slowly stood. Her muscles all ached and it was such a good feeling, she stretched like a cat. “Well, I should anyway. Mike will be most likely be back, and we do still have to take care of your photos.” She looked at Richie, lying there on the floor, looking happy as a pig in shit. “What are you grinning at?”

“You,” he said. “You’re beautiful.”

Jen chuckled. “Thanks for that, but I know I’m not. Pretty? Sure. Cute? Absolutely.” Richie looked ready to argue the point, but Jen held up a hand. “I’m a professional photographer. I’ve seen beautiful. YOU are beautiful,” she said, approaching him, then stopping. “Don’t move,” she said, and disappeared around the screen.

Richie smiled and closed his eyes. This was quite an unexpected turn of events. When he stepped out from behind the screen, and saw the look on her face, he thought a little light flirtation would help her relax around him. When he got closer to her though, something in her eyes made him want to take it further. Then his body reacted to her closeness, her scent, her look, just HER and he was pleasantly surprised that she was affected the same way. She had looked like he was a tasty treat she wanted to eat alive, and damn that felt good. She looked at him as a woman looks at a man, not as a fan looks at her idol.

He opened his eyes when he felt something drape across his lap. He half sat up and looked down to watch Jen gently cleaning up the condom mess then washing him. It took a great deal of self-control not to let her ministrations get to him. When she was done, she put a dry washcloth across his dick, then laid the hat over that, and stepped back.

“Lie back again,” she said, raising the camera.

Richie relaxed and smiled, laying back as directed. The filtered light coming in from the block-glass window played seductively with the sweat on Richie’s body. Some of his hair was stuck to his face, and the rest was in wild disarray. He looked achingly sexy, and Jen snapped shots from several different angles. She had Richie shift to his side just a bit so part of his ass was showing, and she stalked to his feet to take a long shot. The beauty of the man stretched out before her took her breath away, and after a couple dozen more shots, she finally put down the camera.

“I think some of those pictures will be perfect,” she said. “You look amazing, and the natural light did more for you than the Kliegs would do.”

Richie looked up at Jen. “Can I sit up now?”

Jen laughed. “Sure,” she said. Richie sat up and took the hat off his lap. He motioned Jen over, and dropped it on her head. With a saucy wink, Jen flipped the brim of the hat, then pulled it rakishly over one eye. She picked up her camera again, and began scrolling through the shots she had taken.

He reached for his jeans and put his feet in, standing to fasten them. He pulled on his socks and boots, and shrugged into his shirt, leaving it unbuttoned.

“What now?” Richie asked.

“Huh?” Jen answered, distracted by the camera.

He chuckled at her and put a hand over the screen. “I said, ‘what now’. What do you want to do?”

Jen colored and smiled. “Oh! I thought you…”

“You thought I was just gonna screw you and go?” He was giving her a patient smile, but was a little hurt at her assumptions.

“No! I just figured you had other appointments and stuff to do today.” She was blushing furiously.

“Nope,” Richie said. “I’m all yours today.”

“Well, I have to finish up with these photos before I can go anywhere,” Jen said. “Then I’m free the rest of the afternoon, too.”

Jen took her camera to the computer station on the other side of the room and uploaded the shots from her memory card. She put them up on the big screen hanging from the wall, and eyed them critically. Richie stood close behind her, a hand on the back of her chair. He was leaning in, and his scent, their scent on his skin, was driving her crazy. She leaned back slightly, to rest her head on his chest. Richie moved his hands to her shoulders.

That’s how Mike found them when he came back. “Knock, knock,” he said at the door.

“Come on in, Mike,” Jen said, looking up at Richie and rolling her eyes. “We’re going through the shots now.”

Mike came in and didn’t miss how Richie nonchalantly removed his hands from Jen’s shoulders, and how she shifted slightly away from Richie. And that Jen was wearing his hat. He shook his head and smiled ruefully. “How’d the shots come out?” he asked.

“See for yourself,” Jen said, motioning to the screen and the computer.

Mike sat next to Jen and the two of them went through cropping and otherwise cleaning up the best of the bunch. “Well,” Mike said. “The cologne people are going to be happy with these,” he said. “They have the right amount of sex and tease in them. Nice job.” From the corner of his eye, he saw Jen blush and Richie squeeze her shoulder briefly. Mike and Jen made a contact sheet of the finished photos, printed some glossies of the best shots, then with a handshake and a “nice to have met you” to Richie, Mike left.

Jen spent a few minutes organizing the files on her computer, and shut everything down. “All done,” she said, puffing out a breath. “So now what?” she asked.

Richie looked at his watch. “I don’t know. . .lunch?”

Jen nodded. “I could do lunch. What do you want to eat?” She was running down a list of area restaurants in her head. “There’s an Italian place down the block, Japanese three blocks over, German two blocks the other way..” She trailed off when Richie was shaking his head.

“Nope, that’s not what I want.”

“Well then,” Jen said, exasperated, “what do you want to have for lunch?”

“You,” he said.