The model who Bass was supposed to be doing the shoot with was making his showing up half an hour late on Charlie's first day of work seem like nothing and Bass was proving to have the patience level of a small child.
At least twice every few minutes, Bass would check the time on his phone before groaning or sighing dramatically to himself. Occasionally, he would change things up by just muttering something under his breath that Charlie couldn't hear. Miles had already grown so sick of it that he'd had to wander off, away from the model and to try and figure out what was going on.
"What do you mean that she's not showing up?" Miles demanded.
"Exactly what it sounds like. We're down a model and without her we're going to have to cancel the shoot… Or at the very least postpone it."
"You're kidding me right?" Miles questioned, only to get a stern glare in response.
Eventually Charlie couldn't stand it anymore as Bass started to complain for the thousandth time that morning.
"You're right, you're so hard done by," she told him sarcastically. "Your job is so tough… I feel sorry for you, really."
"Right, because you know exactly how difficult my job is," Bass retorted as he glanced down at the clock on his phone once again. "More than I do. Of course."
"Give me that," Charlie said as she grabbed Bass's phone out of his hand, sick of watching him check the time non-stop. "How tough can your job really be? All you have to do is pose for pictures. Thirteen year-old girls sit at home doing the same thing for free."
With that said she opened the camera on his phone and began to pose and take pictures of herself.
A few seconds passed before she stopped and turned to an amused looking Bass and taunted, "You're right. That was exhausting."
"Usually I'm not the one taking the pictures," Bass defended with a soft chuckle. "And I can't see what it's going to look like before the picture's taken."
"What?" Charlie asked in a tone of mock horror as a grin formed on her lips. "You mean you can't look at yourself for a whole shoot? You're right, your job's terrifying."
"Alright, smartass," Bass said as he grabbed his phone back from her. "Let's see you try."
"There is one way that we could keep from cancelling the shoot," the photographer piped up. "…Who's that girl over there with Bass?"
"What, Charlie?" Miles asked in a tone of disbelief as he turned to look over at where Charlie and Bass were laughing as she posed dramatically and he took pictures of her. "She's not a model."
"She's the closest thing we've got," the photographer pointed out. "She looks like she'd fit the wardrobe and she's not terrible… Besides, she clearly has chemistry with the model that we do have. Maybe she's not a model, but do you think you could convince her to be for today?"
Miles would rather slam his face against a wall than go ask his niece to model with Bass who she apparently 'clearly has chemistry with'.
There was a lengthy pause before he finally let out a sigh and agreed, "Fine. I'll try asking her."
"You should try pouting a little more," Bass commented before he let out a loud laugh as Charlie made the most over the top pout that she could manage. "Perfect."
Charlie couldn't hold that face for long though before she had to burst back into laughter. Bass still continued to take pictures as she did.
"Okay, stop," Charlie insisted through her laughs as she brought a hand up to block the lens' view of her face. "Seriously, stop."
She was laughing so hard that she could barely talk as Bass finally gave her a break.
As she turned to walk back to her seat, Bass smirked to himself and took a picture of her ass as he watched her go.
"I think I've got myself a new background for my phone," he commented smugly.
Charlie turned and saw the picture on the screen of his phone and told him, "Delete that."
"I don't know, I think it's a good picture," Bass teased.
"Delete that or I'll smash your phone," Charlie warned in a tone that would have been much more threatening if she weren't still smiling.
"Fine," he told her with a small smile as he hit the delete button. "It's gone, see?"
Before she had the chance to respond, Miles walked over to them and asked, "Can I talk to you for a second, Charlie?"
"What's going on?" She asked in response.
"I can't believe that I'm actually saying this," Miles admitted in a pained toned before he paused to try and decide on the best word choice. "…The other model cancelled and apparently they seemed to think that you'd make a good replacement."
"Me?" Charlie asked in a confused tone as her grin faltered.
"Yeah," Miles confirmed. "You don't have to do it if you don't want to."
"It was funny before," Bass commented. "But now it's just embarrassing how easy you're making my job look, Charlie."
"I don't know how to model," Charlie pointed out in a worried tone.
Sure, she had been pretending that it was a no-brainer as an easy dig at Bass, but now that the possibility was presenting itself, she had to admit that she really didn't know the first thing about how to pose or whatever else models had to worry about when they were in a photo shoot.
Her jokes suddenly felt a lot less funny to her.
"It's not that tough," Bass assured her. "Mostly you just have to listen when they tell you how they want you to move."
"You really don't have to do this," Miles insisted.
Sure, they needed another model, but the last thing that he wanted to watch was Bass posing as a couple with his niece.
"If I'm the only option, then I guess I'll do it," Charlie told him.
A/N: Please read and review! A huge thanks goes out to Dark-Supernatural-Angel, JM2788, LemonSupreme, driver picks the music, ShyRomantic, and the anonymous guest reviewer for being awesome and reviewing last chapter! :)