|- 190 -|
"We'll need your signature before we can get started."
"What's this?" I query the photographer, who's introduced himself as Tyler.
"Standard release form. Since Bella's paying for the photography, the rights to your shots will belong to her, naturally. But since it's your face, she needs your permission."
Hmmm, belonging to Bella. I suppose I can live with that.
The instant I sign, I'm swept up and posed repeatedly against the white backdrop.
"Look off to the side now …and here …and down to the floor …beautiful, you're doing great, Edward. Just a few more now …can you look fierce?"
-o-
"Fierce? I'm not sure…"
"I got this," I hear Bella say, sidling up to the photographer's assistant, a good-enough-looking young guy who's as surprised as I am when she drapes herself over his shoulder.
The fuck? I feel my eyes narrow and I lean forward on the stool. I'm coiled and about to spring.
"That is perfect!" Tyler gushes, the soft clicks of his shutter firing at me like a machine gun.
My eyes are locked into Bella's, and I'm pretty sure she can feel my tension from ten feet away.
"We're through here." Tyler claps me on the shoulder.
-o-
"You can model for me any time, guy. You're a natural."
"Oh, thanks, Tyler," I answer, still dazed.
Bella bounds over to me, practically knocking me off the stool. She wraps her arms around my neck and crashes into me with her lips. "You were so great, baby. It was so hot watching you like that."
"I was? It was?" The only thing that feels hot about this to me are those damn lights, which thankfully Tyler finally turns off. My hand automatically reaches for my hair, but it gets stuck in the rat's nest on top of my head.
A/N: So...fierce. XXX ~BOH