Chapter 1

My hands are clasped and rest behind my back as I kneel, awaiting further instruction. I should not be nervous; I trust you, but my breathing accelerates. The white negligée I wear rides up my thighs, exposing more skin. To calm my frantic heart I think back to our first meeting, knowing it will do little but remove me from my current setting as you adjust your tripod and various other apparatus whose functions I do not understand.

Angela giggles and jabs my side to grab my attention. Our new gallery manager has arrived. This would be a good thing but he is twenty minutes late, has a fresh coffee stain on his shirt and there is a storm brewing in his eyes. His creased brow furrows further when he notices the two of us standing by his office door. He arches one brow in question – what business do you have here? – and Angela wastes no time in talking for us both since I seem to have lost all motor function. He is beautiful. Ruggedly so, but beautiful nonetheless. The sort of jaw bone found in portraits of dukes and royalty, with a perfect nose and thin pink lips that he subconsciously licks as he listens intently to our job descriptions; senior and junior assistants. I drop my eyes to the floor and blush when he realises that I have done nothing but stare at him and mumble a "Good morning" to which he smirks;
"Well, it could have gone more smoothly, but it seems to have gotten exponentially better. Now, Angela, when do you finish for your maternity leave? And will Isabella be able to handle all my affairs while you're gone? I hate the idea of time wasted training someone new up."
Angela happily informs him that I will in fact be perfectly capable working alone –the way I prefer it – and that she leaves on Friday. He nods and I can feel his eyes on me, but I have yet to lift them; having developed a sudden fascination with the cream wool carpet. Angela throws her elbow into my side again and when I look at her in surprise and reprimand she gives me a silent warning "Don't act a fool; say something!" So I do.
"I'm sorry Sir, was there anything I could get for you? A clean shirt perhaps? Or a Botox injection for your forehead" I slapped my hand across my mouth; my eyes widen in horror as Angela looks at me with a mix of pride and shock on her features. She knows that I have a tendency to speak inappropriately when I feel uncomfortable or embarrassed, but this man does not.
"Mr Cullen, I do apologise, Miss Bella here has little filter when she feels pressured or anxious. I would promise it won't happen again but I like to keep my promises and this little spit fire is rather unpredictable, aren't you dear?" Angela explains with a large grin and slight giggle. I swear the pregnancy hormones increased her happiness scale by a million and then some.
"Well Miss Angela, I think it best you give me the grand tour while Isabella returns to her desk. Isabella, please have the Johnson, La Fontaine and Rouss files ready for my return. Also, call Mary Dupont and tell her that if the prints have not left her gallery by noon we are cancelling the showing."
I simply nod my head, not trusting myself to speak and briskly exit the office, throwing myself into my work to prove to him that I am not a bumbling idiot but am in fact worthy of my job. I have everything he requested of me completed by the time they return and only let out a heavy sigh of relief when he enters is office and closes the door behind him. Angela just giggles.

I revert back to reality when I hear you call my name, telling me you won't be much longer in preparation and that we will begin momentarily. You stride towards me with a bottle of water, crouch so you have better access to my mouth and hold the opened bottle to my lips so I may take a sip; which I do, before kissing the inside of your wrist in gratitude. Not only for the water, but many things; everything. You smile and caress my cheek because you know.

So, two posts in one night, I must be keen...
Okay, so I'm keen, sue me.
As you can probably tell, the chapters are going to be fairly short; pretty drabble-esque, so I'm hoping to publish chapters more regularly, yay!
Please tell me what you think, I can't help you fall in love with them like I did if you don't tell me what you like and don't like...