1.
"Make-up!" Regina let out a deep sigh and got up from her chair. She quickly grabs her suitcase and runs towards the model. "More highlighter Mills." She takes one of her brushes and dips it into the highlighter. She put her finger on the model's chin and lifts her face so she has better access. She adds the powder to her face and takes a little distance to look at the result, smiling when she's content with it. "You're doing great." She whispers a quick compliment to the girl and walks back to her seat.
The client is not big on compliments so Regina decided to cheer the model up. They're working on the summer wear collection, a four day during shoot for a new brand. On days like this Regina is happy to be a freelancer, she can't even imagine doing jobs like these for the rest of her life. It's fun, once in a while, but it's also chaotic and truly exhausting.
Regina looks over the set, feeling sorry for the model who's currently shooting. It's obviously her first time and she has no idea what to do and the client gives her no feedback at all. Also there are about twenty people watching her in a bikini, that can't be comfortable.
"Yeah beautiful, lift your chin a little." The photographer is the only person who's trying to make her feel more secure of herself, and so the girl is following his instructions accurate. "Like that, stunning." Regina chuckles to herself, he's probably saying that to every girl, since she never saw a model that wasn't stunning. He is probably also sleeping with one of these girls tonight, like every photographer she's ever met.
"Okay people, good work, be back in five!" Finally Regina thinks, she got up from her chair and walks to the lunchroom, great there's still food. It's probably her favorite part on days like this. She never understood why there is so many fast-food on days like these, since the models only eat carrots, but she didn't mind. She took a plate and walked straight to the pizza table, since there wasn't time for her to lunch earlier she decided to take this break to get some food in her stomach. "I thought girls like you couldn't eat that kind of stuff." She looks up from the table and stares into a pair of blue eyes, great the photographer is here too. "Girls like me?" She questions. "You are a model right?" Regina rolled her eyes, she ain't got time for this. "Does that line really works?" She grabs a slice and puts it on her plate. "Honestly? Yes, but I think I've to step up my game with you." He let his hand slide through his hair, probably to show her his muscles. "Don't bother." She took a bite of her slice and walked past him.
After the break she went back to her chair on set, she grabbed her suitcase again and walked towards the next model. "Quick touch-up." She smiles, letting her know what she was about to do. She adds a little more blush and fixed her lipstick. "Good luck." The girl smiles, she obviously has more experience than the previous girl. The model gave her a polite smile and walked towards her spot.
"That's it, thanks for your hard work, have a good night sleep and we'll see you tomorrow." Regina looks at her phone, 22 p.m already, that was gonna be a short night. She packed her things and was ready to leave the building when she heard her name. "Mills?" She turned around and saw the same blue eyes as she saw earlier today. "I figured that was your name." He smiled, obviously proud at himself. "Do you wanna grab a drink, we stay in the same hotel and I thought it would be a nice end to this day?" He asked awfully confident about himself. "I don't drink on the job, I'm also not interested.. Goodnight." She made an effort to walk away, hoping he would get the message. "You're lucky then." He said, she turned around again, wondering what he means by that. "I like a challenge." Now he's the one who turned around, leaving her rather confused.
— — —
She walked into the hotel lobby. Wearing high jeans with a loose black top, no make-up and her hair in a high messy bun. Although it was basically her job to pain other people's faces, she never took much effort in painting her own face. She walked into the dining room and walked towards the buffet, she never were a fan of breakfast so she decided to keep it light today. She grabbed a bowl and puts a little greek yoghurt in it, she scatters a few strawberries on it and searched for a place to seat. She takes place at a table next to the window and wants to start at her breakfast when she got interrupted. "Good morning milady." Milady? Who even uses that anymore? He took place across from her without asking for her permission. "So you're a model after all." He states, making her raise an eyebrow. "Since that is all you're eating for breakfast." She looks at his plate, which is filled with a lot of scrambled eggs. "Sorry I don't do breakfast with strangers." She gives him a fake smile and hopes he will choose another table. "You're right, I haven't introduced myself to you, how rude." She really wants to get rid of him, but she also wants to make this last three days go as smooth as possible, and picking a fight with the photographer wouldn't be exactly the smartest thing to do. "Robin Locksley." A few of the models are making their entrance, he looks up from his plate and stares at them. And there she was, thinking for the slightest moment that he maybe was different than the others. The models are giggling when they take place at a table. He focusses back on her, staring in her dark eyes. "Go sit with them Locksley." She know he wants to, he's probably already thinking about which girl he wants in his bed tonight.
"I have no interest in leaving this table milady." She laughs. "Please I see how you look at them." Really Regina? You're playing jealous now? She thought to herself. "Well did you see how I look at you?" She didn't want to but she blushed, she felt her cheeks turn pink and his smile told her he noticed. "Thats what I thought." He continues. "So Mills, how did you sleep?" She doesn't know how she should feel about this men. He's good-looking, no doubt in that. And everything he says sounds like it's from Love Actually but that might also be his accent's doing. Still he photographs beautiful girls in bikini's for a living, and she, better than anyone, knows how that works. "I slept great, and you can call me Regina." Well great, now he knows her name too. "I'm glad, Regina." She's not quite sure what this men is doing to her, but it needs to end now.
— — —
"Robin you're so talented." The thin blonde chuckled while she was way to close to him, looking at the photo's he showed her from his camera. "Thanks Tammy." He said, not really paying attention at her, since Regina was fixing some girls make-up right in front of him. "Would you like to take some photo's for my portfolio?" The blonde rubbed her hand over his upper arm. "Sure." He still looked at Regina who was now bending forward, giving herself better access to add some lipstick. He didn't want to stare but he did, her jeans fitted her perfectly, and with her bending over he couldn't resist to look at her backside, absolutely stunning in every way. "Well you can come to my room tonight?" She said seductively. He hated it when they did this, throwing themselves at him, thinking it would help them further in their career. It was the exact reason why he didn't was that kind of photographer anymore, the only reason he's here is because his colleague got sick and he wanted to make sure the job was done properly. Sure it was tempting sometimes, the girls are good-looking, but it was too easy, it wouldn't satisfy him. And being here only made him realize that it was the good decision to get out of this business "Sorry Tammy, not gonna happen." He gave her a quick smile and walked towards Regina.
"You're stalking me now?" She sorted her stuff and puts it pack in the suitcase. "If that's what it takes." She tries to ignore the fact that he's looking at her. "Shouldn't you be photographing?" She asked, hoping he would head back to his spot behind the camera. "Are you trying to get rid of me?" He asked, acting like it hurts his feelings. "Even if I was, it seems like it isn't working." Well there she goes, flirting with the men she shouldn't be flirting with. "Well you don't seem to mind." This men is poison. "Unlike you, I do have work to do, so if you'll excuse me."
The day went by quicker than she'd expected. She hadn't spoke to Robin since that morning, but he did looked at her. Almost every time she looked at him she caught him staring at her, and every time she did she told herself he only wanted her in his bed, and that was not gonna happen. "How about a drink, I heard there's a live band playing tonight back at the hotel bar." Again she was about to leave the building when he suddenly was behind her. "Are you gonna ask that every night?" She put on her coat. "Until you say yes." He grinned, making her roll her eyes. "I told you I don't drink while I'm working." She attempts to walk away. "First of all, your work doesn't start until tomorrow morning, so technically you're not working." He can't see her face so she smiles. "Second of all, I'm pretty sure we can get to know each other without alcohol." She thought about it, whats the harm in having a fun night, they could just be friends right? "So what do you say, milady." There's that word again, making her heart beats faster. "One drink."
— — —
"Truth or dare." She said. He took another sip of his whisky. When she told him she wanted to have one drink he had only hoped she would break that promise. And here the were, playing truth or dare, with shots all over their table. It was most definitely a bad idea, since they both had to work tomorrow morning and it was already past midnight. "Truth." The grin on her face grew wider. "How many times have you slept with a model." The amount of alcohol that was in her blood was starting to show off. "One." She looks at him, wondering if he's speaking the truth. "Well one model, I did sleep multiple times with her since she was my girlfriend for two years." Suddenly all the prejudices she had faded away. "Your turn, truth or dare." She hesitated, dare would probably include more alcohol, and she really couldn't have that, but since she started the 'sex' topic, truth would probably include her sex life. "Dare." She said, ready to get wasted. "Give me your best pose." He said with a smirk on his face. "And why would I do that." She looked him in the eyes, trying to get what was going on in that head of his. "Well it's part of the game to complete your dare and besides that I've been wanting to take a photo of you since the moment I first saw you." He grabbed his camera out of his backpack. "I'm not really good at photos." She suddenly was nervous, shyly looking around her, not knowing what to do. "Just look at me." She did, she looked at him, well at the camera. He clicked and looked at the photo, obviously content with himself. "You're absolutely stunning you know that?" He saw her blush and he loves that he can make her do that. "Can I see it?" She asked, trying to stop herself from blushing. He shook his head. "I'm gonna walk you to your room and you're going to sleep.." He looked at his watch. "A good five hours." The thought of that gave her headache. "And tomorrow morning you're gonna have breakfast with me." He put his camera back and stood up from his chair. "You're pretty sure about yourself aren't you Locksley?" He liked the sound of her calling his name. "With you as my company, I've every reason to be."