Rey gets nervous before any shoot. She shouldn't feel this way but she does. Each shoot she was assigned to was different, with photographers of all sort of personalities. Some photographers are kind while most were shrewd or eccentric.

This was different though.

She was going to be modeling with a well known model.

Rey had modeled with people before but never with a well known model, a successful one for that matter. She modeled with girls her age and sometimes with a boy but never with a professional. She's only been modeling for a few months and by accident. She was applying for a summer job before college at the mall and was stopped by a recruiter.

If Rey went to the left side of the mall instead of the right, none of this would have happened.

She expected modeling to be temporary and school to be permanent. But as of now, she's modeling in order to afford college tuition.

She's still amazed how she even got picked to model. She wasn't gorgeous, she was average. She was shorter than the average model, with freckles all over her cheeks and nose and had a wide forehead and ears that stuck out too. She's never worn makeup either until she was hired. She was grateful that there were makeup artists to do her makeup because if she did it on her own it would just smear all over.

Her manager always assures her that Rey was what they were looking for, someone who was natural. However she found it ironic since they paint her with a lot makeup. She doesn't complain though. It was a job that paid well. She sat there in the chair quietly as the makeup artists put bronzer and blush on her while the hairstylist curled her hair.

It's still strange to be groomed like a doll though.

The second the makeup artists and stylists were done, she examined herself. They had made her eyebrows thick with a strong arch, painted her lips red, covered any trace of her freckles, and contoured her face down to the cheekbones. They put a neutral brown eye shadow on her and lined her eyes with eyeliner that was winged at the end. She was wearing a short strapless lace mustard colored body con dress with a sweetheart neckline and a neutral fitted brown blazer over. She was also wearing nude high heels and dangling diamond earrings.

On the hanger, the outfit looked hideous but surprisingly, it looked nice. She was amazed how the stylists worked.

A small smile crept on her face. If Finn could see her now. He would say, see that's how you're supposed to wear makeup. Finn was the only model that she worked with that she became close to. He was three years older than her and was handsome and kind. She was infatuated with him for a while until she found out he was gay and was in a committed relationship with some pilot. Rey wasn't heartbroken over it though, she got a good friendship instead.

Finn was more fashionable than her and always lectured her to dress up outside of work.

Rey would if the clothes were comfortable.

She blinked in the mirror. She could barely recognize herself. She looked completely different. Older even.

Rey stood up and walked around the set to pass the time. The photographer was running late due to his flight being delayed (it was normal, nothing out of the ordinary). She sighed. She really wished she hadn't forgotten her phone at home. She could have been watching some videos to pass the time right now. When photographers or fashion directors and editors are running late, it can be up to a couple hours. Rey watched the set designers do the finishing touches to the set. The set was simple this time, a light pastel pink wall, a white floor, and a turquoise stool. There's white rose petals scattered on the floor to give it some texture.

It amazes her on how long the set designers took for a such a simple background and set. Other set designers that she encountered are detail oriented with elaborate designs but today it was minimal. She watched them run around, testing out the placements for the lighting.

"He's not here yet?" a rough voice asked.

Rey turned around - there's a man standing right beside her. He was tall and lanky with elongated features. His hair was long and dark but his eyes were darker. He had a beard and a goatee was dressed in a silk black suit. He was older than her, ten years or so.

"No," she answered clearly. He's taller than she imagined. More relaxed. Looking up close, she can see why he was a well known model. He had unique features that one paper sounded odd but somehow when put together, fit. He had a long nose, large ears, sharp features, and a flattened face but somehow he looked handsome. She wanted to friendly but something about the way he carried herself made her feel small. Intimidated.

He had a calm expression on his face and his hands in his pockets. He looked bored. Detached. "What's your name?" he asks then indifferently. There's a negative aura to him, a depressing one.

"R-ey," she stammered. Her cheeks turned pink beyond her control.

He nodded, not bothering to give her eye contact. "I'm Kylo," he said politely, without an expression on his face.

"Can you guys stand in over there?" a designer pointed to the set. "They're testing the lighting right now and they need a reference."

They both nodded and did what they were told.

She wonders how on earth she'll be able to smile for the pictures when he's around. Just standing next to him made her feel depressed as hell. In the shoot they're suppose to act like a couple - she doesn't know if she can be able to pull it off. She was still new, still getting used to portraying different moods and characters. The other models she worked with were either encouraging or outgoing but he wasn't. He was closed off. Distant.

Rey could tell that much just by the way he stood and stared.

The photographer finally arrives and arrives in a low key entrance. He looks tired and annoyed (most likely from the flight). "Okay everyone get together," he instructed as he checked the time on his watch. "I already wasted so much of your time already, let's try to finish this quickly." He pointed at Rey. "You, sit on the chair - sit sideways. Cross your legs. Relax your arms, look directly at the camera. Remain calm," he clapped his hands, urging for her to act quickly. "Sit up- sit up," he gestured for her to not slouch. "Lift your chin up - not that much -there. Good. Now sit still. Someone move a section of her hair to the front."The photographer waited until the hairstylists were done before giving out any other instructions. The photographer then turned to Kylo. "Kylo stand next her - a little bit more to right. Good. Look at her. And put your hand on her shoulder."

Kylo does so, gently placing his hand on her.

Her skin tightened as shock traveled across her body. It wasn't like anything she felt before - it felt like a spark. She ignored it and kept a straight face and focused on the camera. She absorbs herself into the shoot, listening intently to the photographer's directions while trying to look natural instead of stiff. Kylo pressed his fingers into her shoulder even more. Her body involuntarily trembled and he sensed it. She broke out from her focus and glanced at him. He looked back, his eyes boring into her. There was a slight smirk on the corner of his lips. Was he smirking at her?

"Now Rey look away from him," the photographer said, pulling her back into the shoot. "Good, keep that pose" - he takes several shots. "Now Kylo go to the other side and lean in towards her."

Rey's heart skipped a beat but she remained relax. She watched Kylo walk towards her. He bent down smoothly, attempting to be at her eye level.

"Rey look up," the photographer said in a low tone. "Kylo look at her."

She does, her eyes caught Kylo's dark eyes. He's tall that even bent down she had to look up at him. She falls small. His eyes were darkening, burning into her skin. His eyes flickered up and down - up to her eyes and down to her mouth. He's quiet and so was she but internally she was screaming. She felt exposed in front of him. Naked. She watch his lips twitch as he stared at her painted red lips. He wants to lick his mouth at the sight of her lips but he can't.

He leaned in closer, leaving only two inches from her mouth. She was trembling but she kept her pose. Mentally she counted, waiting for the next direction. But the photographer wasn't saying instead was absorbed with capturing the moment. It felt like forever, as if everything was paused except for them.

Fifteen. Sixteen. Seventeen.

The photographer didn't say anything.

Eighteen. Nineteen -

Kylo was getting closer to her - she can feel his breath on her lips. He cupped her face then, tilting her chin up. She wanted to turn away. This wasn't an order - "Great, hold it," the photographer said with enthusiasm.

She listens to the photographer, sat still as Kylo grazed her cheek with his fingertips. Her cheeks were heating up - she knows this because his fingers are feeling cooler to her. She watches him lean in more towards her more - he's almost to her mouth. He's going to kiss her, she sensed it. She feels it between his fingertips, between the tension -

"Great," the photographer's voice pulls him away from doing so. "Take a break you two."

Kylo breaks apart with ease. As if nothing had happened. She should do that as well but it was running through her mind over and over. It was strange for a model to take over - to do what he wanted and for everyone to be with okay with it. She couldn't help but wonder if Kylo was doing it for the moment or if he really wanted to kiss her. She shook off her thoughts and walked away from the set.

Rey watched the set designers move around the background as the makeup artists touched up her maeup. She watched in awe seeing set designers removing the chair and turning off the lights along with replacing the white rose petals with new ones. They were installing forty hanging white Christmas lights at the moment. The background was looking prettier - softer. They did the installations and touch up so fast and smoothly.

She remained still in a chair as the makeup artists took off her blazer and applied shimmer to her shoulders and jawline. She closed her eyes for them as they removed her eye shadow and applied one that complimented the light.

"Ilene, apply some more concealer, " one of the makeup artist said. "I can see some of freckles."

Ilene nodded and caked Rey's face with even more make up. "Alright Susie. I'm also going to touch up on her mascara, she has some smudge marks."

"Do you guys enjoy putting on makeup yourselves?" Rey asks, her eyes still shut. She was attempting to make conversation.

"Of course we love it."

"That's good I hate it," Rey laughed. "I wouldn't hate it as as much if I was good with makeup as you guys."

"Aw thank you well you don't need it anyways you're already pretty," Ilene said.

Rey laughed. "No. I doubt that." She didn't believe it since they were doing her makeup. "I hate my freckles. How did you do that? Cover freckles I mean. It's like magic."

Ilene laughed. "A lot of foundation and concealer and practice."

"Darn. I hate the practice part," she laughed.

"You're so lucky to model with him," Susie whispered to Rey.

She shrugged. "He's just like anyone else." She was surprised that they act this way - they should be use to being around models.

"He's so gorgeous," Ilene added, her cheeks turning pink.

Rey couldn't help but to blush.

They get back to taking pictures. They are instructed to lean against the wall, several feet from each other. This part was fine. No physical contact.

"Rey you're tense. Try to relax. Be coy," the photographer said in between taking the shots. "Look at Kylo."

She bit her lip and turned to Kylo. Kylo was leaned against the wall with his jacket hung over one shoulder. He smirked at her and laughed softly to himself. She glared at him. It was easier for him. His face was meant to mope.

She exhaled and nodded. Be flirtatious, she thought to herself. Try to look alluring.

"Stand higher, lift up your chin," the photographer said. "Bring one leg forward."

Her dress rises up a bit as she moved her leg, just a little bit but its enough for Kylo to notice. He eyes her from corner of his eye but she isn't aware. He was careful when he stole glimpses of her. Always in between shots.

"Both of you come closer," the photographer said once Kylo's jacket was discarded. "Kylo wrap your arms around her."

He holds her from behind, his hands holding her firmly. His hands grazes against her skin. Her skin is soft - he wanted to bite her exposed shoulder. He leaves no space in between them. The only thing that was in the way were their clothes.

"Rey don't be nervous," the photographer said, unable to hide his annoyance with working with new models.

A hairstylist comes in briefly to fix both of their hair.

"You should be used to this," Kylo whispers to her.

She ignores him.

"How long have you've been modeling?" he asks in a kinder voice.

"A few months," she answers him then.

He shifted slightly. "How old are you?"

"Eighteen."

"Do you like it?" he cleared his throat. He sounded surprised.

"Yes and no. It's still uncomfortable." She doesn't ask for his age. She already knew.

"You'll get used to it."

The hairstylist walked away after fixing the last strand of hair. They returned back to the position and once the photographer was satisfied, he announced the next pose. "Kylo sit on the floor. Rey lay your head on his lap."

It was so strange to rest her head on a man's lap. She did it for two shoots but this was different. He was an older man and was a professional. There was a different mood than the ones she did before. The ones she did was playful while this was serious, quiet, and intimate.

They waited for the photographer to find the right spot and angle to capture the picture. She tried to look away but she was transfixed by the way Kylo looked at her - he looked at her with no emotion and intensity at the same time. What was he thinking? How was he able to that? How can he hide his thoughts so well? Rey was an open book. His hand was in her hair while the other was resting on her thigh, close to the hem of her short dress.

She reminds herself that he has to put his hands there and that was that.

"Just take a deep breath and relax," Kylo said. He ran his fingers through her hair.

She hears the shutter sound of the camera.

"Rey move closer," the photographer snapped.

She moves closer to Kylo's lap - he shifted slightly and so did she. She was too close to his crotch. She moved back slightly. She caught him, him stealing a glimpse of her chest. She didn't notice that her breasts was swelling up until now. Her breasts were almost popping out in this position - she can see his Adam's apple throbbing.

Regardless she remained professional and so did he.

She focuses on his hair and the way it was falling. He had such nice hair. It was tousled. Wild. Silky. He had nicer hair than she did.

"One more pose and then we're done. Let's do a shot of just you Rey," the photographer announced. "Rey move a bit forward - a little bit more - there and lay down." Kylo moves away from the set and watches the set designers rearrange the rose petals on the floor. The photographer waited until the hairstylists finished fixing her hair and smoothing out the end of her dress. He takes several shots. "Rey tilt your head more, look at the camera. Great. Now look up - like you're lost. Focus on the lights. The blur. Think of stars. There. Perfect." He gestures for Kylo to come in to the scene. "Kylo go on top of her. Rey keep your eyes on him - spread your legs a bit -there that's enough."

Her heart was racing. She was still - she had to be still. She wants to look away but she can't.

"Rey pretend you're afraid."

She's already afraid.

She hears shutter sounds, meaning soon was the next instruction.

"Now Kylo pin down her wrists - Rey don't tense up. Kylo look at her as if you want her - look at her with jealously. Let her know that no one else can have her. You're angry - you want her," Kylo nodded and deepened his gaze, gritting his teeth and his grip on her.

It amazes her how it was second nature for him to convey any emotion within milliseconds. If this wasn't staged, she would have believed it. She can almost feel his blood boiling, almost. His hair is spilling down, framing his face well.

"Rey don't open your eyes that wide - don't look startled. Look soft. Look as if you want him. Act like you're submissive but you don't know what's going on. Look innocent- that's wonderful. Dead on."

She softens her gaze even when Kylo is lowering himself towards her a bit- wait the photographer didn't say anything about that. His mouth was twitching slightly. His grip is getting tighter that it hurts.

She hears the photographer taking pictures. "That's a wrap- wait I have an idea. One more pose and then we're done. Lean in and kiss her. Tilt your head to the left so we can see you."

He leans in without any refusal. He kisses her and she closed her eyes then.

"Rey open your mouth for him. There- hold that pose."

His tongue is in her mouth, it's making her whole body heat up. But he just keeps his tongue there and nothing else, it's staged.

She mentally counts until they get to break away.

One. Two. Three. Four. Five.

"Kylo move her hands over her head and deepen the kiss. Rey kiss him back."

He's leaning even more - heat was developing in between her legs but she remained still. It scares how he's not even kissing her and it's making her aroused. He's fidgeting slightly but no one else noticed but her. She could feel him, they were skin to skin. She could feel that he was getting hard. Rey wondered what was going on in his mind.

Six. Seven. Eight. Nine. Ten.

"Perfect. That's a wrap."

Rey immediately changed her clothes when the shoot was over. She rushed to the bathroom in the studio and got dressed in her denim shorts, a beige T-shirt, and an over size faded navy blue hoodie. She was careful to get out of the dress without ruining it.

It wasn't hers to keep.

Some shoots, she's allowed to keep some clothes but not this one. This dress alone was worth four hundred dollars and that's just the dress. She didn't want to know how much the blazer and shoes were.

Once she put on her sneakers she heads off to the wardrobe department to drop off the clothes.

"Don't forget the earrings," Kylo said as he wiped his face with his hand. He was carrying the suit over his shoulder.

"Thank you I almost forgot," she took off the earrings then. He looks way different. He's in black jeans, a white T shirt, and a black leather jacket. He had just removed the foundation on his skin she could tell by how dark his skin is now. She can see sun spots and moles and how oily his skin was. It pleased her, to see him in casual attire. He looks more approachable. Human. She turns away from him and hands in the items back to the head of the department.

She grabbed her backpack then and swung it on her shoulders and headed out.

He's going in her same direction but she isn't bothered. She knows that they're heading out in the same direction.

She forgets what had happened in the shoot in an instant. She's eager on going home.

"Where's your car?" he asks her before she walked out of the parking lot.

She turned around. They're several feet apart and he's about to get into his car. "I don't have a car," she said awkwardly. She didn't expect him to speak to her after the shoot. She expected for them to part ways like most models she worked with.

"Are you getting picked up?" he asks. He unlocked his car - he had a nice car.

"No I'm going to take the bus," she answered simply.

"How far do you live?"

"Twenty miles."

"Wow that's far. I only live ten miles from here. I can give you a ride if you want," he offered.

She bit her lip. It was such a tempting offer. It was a two hour bus ride home but she barely knew him. She didn't even have her phone on her if anything happened. "That's very kind of you but no thanks. I don't want you to waste your time -

"I don't mind."

It startled to sprinkle and it became rain. Hard rain. She frowned. This was going to slow down the buses. She never understood California weather at all. One second it's hot and sunny then get's fucking cloudy and rainy.

"You sure?" she asks.

He raises his hands in the air tauntingly and flashed her a smirk. "If anything happens to you, I'm pretty sure your manager would hunt me down."

Rey laughed. "Yeah. She will." Her manager was supposed to be here today but had a meeting for her other client.

He opens the car door for her. "Hop in."

It's raining harder and she's thankful that she's inside his car that has the heater on.

"How did you feel about the shoot today?" he asks.

"Very awkward," she laughs. "The photographer was very detailed. I didn't even catch his name - it was so weird he was so detailed and in a rush."

He laughs. "That's Hux for you."

"A what?"

"Hux. That's his name."

"Such an odd name - you know him?"

"I work with him from time to time. This is the first time I modeled for him though."

"How about you? How did you feel about it?"

"Annoyed. He's over compulsive. He's a fucking ass Nazi."

"But he was nice. He's very passionate with his work."

Kylo opened his mouth but noticed how stretched out the traffic was. "It's going to be a long ride - would you want to grab something to eat first?"

"Yes," she says without a second /

She doesn't know how they ended up like this - them making out in the bathroom of a diner. She doesn't know how this happened - he has her propped up on the sink with a hand on her waist. His lips were at her throat while her fingers were in his hair.

They should stop. They shouldn't be doing this.

He bit the milkiness of her throat as his hand began to rub her clit. She shuddered but managed to suppress her moan. "Moan for me," he growled to her throat. He kissed her collarbone, pressing his erection to her.

The only thing that was between them were their clothes.

"I can't someone will hear - we shouldn't be doing this here."

She pulled him by the hair and kissed him on his mouth, muffling their groans.

He kissed back without a second thought, his hand rubbing her crotch. "Your so wet," he said in between deep kisses. "I can feel how wet you are. Can I?" he asks in a low moan, his fingers creeping to the zipper of her shorts.

Rey shook her head. "We shouldn't be doing this here," she leaned and kissed his neck, attempting to calm him down. His hands were all over her and he was kissing her roughly.

He restrains himself then and pulls away from her mouth, his hand going underneath her shirt. "You have two options. We can go to your home or mine. What would it be?" there's lust in his voice. Madness.

"How far is your home from here?"

"Eight miles."

"Let's go there then."

He smiled in excitement. "Alright," he said, stealing another kiss.

He could taste her inexperience. It's on the corner of her lips. His hands are on both sides of her face, pulling her closer to him as he kissed her, urging her to part her lips for him. She's reluctant, urging for him to go slow but he's impatient, hungry. He pushes her to the wall and began to grind himself against her as he kissed her.

She parts her mouth then out of shock. He's hard down there and her body was warming up to him. She was getting wet and trembling and moaning all at once.

He takes her by the mouth and puts his tongue inside her. He's not afraid to be rough. Her lipstick was smearing all over their skin. He's not afraid to kiss her hard. He wants her now.

He tugged the rim of her lip as he murmured to her. "I was going to go crazy if I couldn't see you."

"Really?"

He nodded, sucking on her bottom lip. He's chewing on it almost, softening her lip for his pleasure. "I had to restrain myself during the shoot. I wanted to touch you so bad - it was maddening. There you were. You were on me with your breasts popping out in that short little dress. I wanted to grope you and slip my fingers underneath your dress and finger you until your legs gave out."

It startles her how he explained in such detail. He explained in such a violent tone. "I didn't know you thought that way." She shrugs him off of her, before he could even reach to her breasts. She doesn't like the idea of being controlled.

"In what way?"

"You seem so indifferent. Relaxed."

"Well I can't act like myself in the shoot. That would be inappropriate." He reaches for her hair then. He reaches for anything she would allow him to touch. He runs his fingers in her hair gently, attempting to regain her consent. He grabbed her and carried her off to his bedroom. He holds her carefully, gingerly pressing kisses on her collarbone.

"How did you feel when you had to be on top of me? When you had to kiss me?" she asks, unable to fight her curiosity.

"You felt me," he said simply. "You felt how much I wanted you didn't you?"

She nodded.

"I wanted to slip my dick into you," he said as he laid her on the bed. He climbed on top of her and softly kissed her cheek. "I wanted to fuck you there."

"There were people though," she reminded him.

He lets out an amused laugh. He doesn't really care. He's been in the spotlight for such a long time that he doesn't care what he does anymore. He doesn't give a damn about his image or reputation. "Especially then. I wanted to let everyone know that I wanted you and that I'm not afraid of claiming you."

Rey frowned. "I'm not something you can claim," she bit out every word. She isn't flattered at all. Those thoughts surface again, doubts. She shouldn't be in a place like this with a person like him.

He frowned. "I meant it as a compliment," he corrected. He sounded annoyed.

She sat up and adjusted her clothes. She frowned and her heart started to beat slowly. "I know - can we just not do this?"

His face fell. "You don't want to do this anymore?"

Rey shook her head. "I'm sorry but I changed my mind -

Kylo quickly got up. "It's alright."

"Are you sure?"

He painted a smile on his face and patted her head. "It's fine," he said as he detached himself from her.

"It's just everything's going so fast - I want to take things slow."

He petted her head. "It's fine. I'll take you home instead."

"Are you sure?"

"Yeah," he said quietly.

"Will you...will you call me after today?" she asked, holding her breath. His eyes were disconnected in her. He seemed uninterested. Disappointed.

"I will."

But he didn't.

He didn't call her.

That was the last time she saw him. She tried calling him a few times within the month but he never answered.

And that was that.

Two months had passed since she had encountered him. But it was alright because she accepted it. She went on with her life. She focused on modeling and improving.

"Rey," her manager, Carrie calls out for her one day.

"Yes?"

"Clear your schedule for next Friday. You have a shoot."

Rey went pale and nodded. She had a bad feeling about this. "Alright. Is there anyone else that's going to model with me?" she asked holding her breath. Please don't say his name, she thought.

"No," her manager shook her head. "It's just you. He'll send me further details about the shoot later tonight."

"Who's the photographer?"

"Oh you should know him. He's very well renowned."

"What's his name?"

"Ben Solo."