"Finally, I thought you'd never make it!" My dad grabbed my arm as I walked threw the hot pink double glass doors of Victoria's Secret headquarters. "Your wings await you, angel."
Becky, my dad, and I climbed the spiral steps up to the dressing rooms where my fellow angels awaited.
"Rose, you're first beautiful! Hurry up!" Emmett, this years campaign manager, slapped my butt as I walked by.
I rolled my eyes and started pulling off my clothes and into the matching bra and panty set they had waiting on my dressing area. As I walked out into the photo area, I saw a familiar face. There, talking to Becky was the guy I met earlier. Jake, was that his name? As his eyes saw me I felt the need to cover up, to run back into the dressing room and throw my clothes back on.
"Rose," he said, unable to take his eyes off me, "I had no idea you'd be here... My uh, my dad, he's uh, he's the uh photographer." He stammered.
I silently winced as I walked away to get my wings on. This was not the way I wanted to meet a guy I liked for the second time. Believe it or not, I am not a slut. I want a guy to love me for more than my body.
"Rose, my darling, you forgot your shoes." Emmett ran over with a pair of black pumps and helped me step into them. "And why are you blushing? I have never seen you blush."
"Long story, Em. Lets just get this over with." I ignored the look of shock on Emmett's face and walked over to the hot pink background where the photographer, and I guess Jake's father, stood.
"Alright sweetie, you know how it goes." He said in a very casual tone, totally ignoring any social interaction we could possibly have.
As I posed in different ways I felt Jakes eyes peeled to me, something I was pretty used to considering my deface was in every VS store around the world. But Jakes eyes didn't look at me with the usual lust, but its interest. Like he saw something in me past my boobs.
Maybe he was different.
