Chapter 6

Cpov

I am feeling more smug than usual today. No more douchbag, Ana is mine.
I'm waiting for Ana to arrive, as we are having breakfast together before we head to the shoot.
I had Miss Action deliver Ana's dress to Escala. I want Ana getting ready here, so there wont be any chance of a man intercepting her on her way to Bellvue. I had Taylor organize Franco to come here as well, to do Ana's hair and makeup. I don't think she needs it, but she always says it makes her feel good, so it's worth it.
I hear Ana before I even see her, as she wears headphones and sings along way to loud. I am unsure if she actually knows she's doing it, but I find it adorable.
Adorable? Since when did I start using puppy words to describe things?
She pulls her headphones off, as she steps out of the lift, and puts them in her bag. She looks so fuckable today; tight purple dress and high as hell Louboutins. If I thought she would reciprocate, I would launch at her and fuck her senseless here and now.
I have to gain my control back. I think I need to be in Dominant mode around her.

"Good morning, Christian." She greets me cheerfully.

"Morning, Ana."

She throws her Berkin onto the sofa then joins me at the breakfast bar for some pancakes. I usually prefer a healthier breakfast but she goes gaga for Miss Jones pancakes. I think I would give Ana anything she asked for. Anything.
As we eat, we discuss the set up for today, but I can't stop looking at her mouth and those tits. I am in heaven right now.

"Christian, I need you to behave yourself today. No nutjob CEO and no going thermonuclear, okay? Please, just let me have an easy day."

"I am always on my best behavior." I give her my panty dropping smile.

I could swear I see her clench her legs together, but it's obviously me seeing things.

"Come on. Let's make our way down, to see how everything is going."
We head down to the floor below where the photo shoot is being held.

The lift ride is painful, and I end up shifting discreetly a few times to ease the comfort of my hard dick. What is it about the sexual tension in lifts, I have never understood it. Thank fuck it's only one floor down. I don't know how much longer I can control myself.
We enter the main room and greet Gwen, the photographer, who also happens to be the wife of my COO, Ros. Gwen already looks pissed and tells us that the model is not cooperating, being a downright diva, and is refusing the concept. The stupid woman knew what kind of shoot this is, it was all laid out in the contract.
Ana heads to where the makeup artist and hair people are getting the model ready, so she can speak with the her.
I hear a lot of commotion, and then I hear the model call Ana a bitch.
Well, she's obviously fired.

"You're fired." I bark at her. "Collect your belongings and leave this building now."

"Pfft. Do you know who I am?" She has the audacity to ask me if I know who she is. Does she know who the fuck I am?!

"Yes, a newly unemployed model who is about to be removed by security if she doesn't take herself out."

The model rolls her eyes and storms out with no security assistance.
Ana looks pissed, with her hands on her hips, but I wont stand for disrespect, she knows that.

"Christian, I asked you, no more than half an hour ago, to behave yourself. I seriously thought you would have lasted longer than five minutes."

"Well, what did you expect from me? I would deal with people like that?"

Gwen approaches us and explains that she will be in New York for fashion week and wont be able to reschedule the shoot in time for the press campaign.
Shit! Ana is going to blow her top.
I see Ana head back to the hair and makeup artists, then I hear her mumble a few words.
What is she doing?
The next thing I know, Ana is sitting on the chair and the staff begin to work on her.

"Ana, what the fuck are you doing?!" If she's doing what I think she's doing, I will lose it.

"Christian, you heard Gwen. We have no time to find someone else, all the outfits are my size, so I will do the shoot, and Gwen can photoshop the photos to make it not look like me. Most of the shoot I will be wearing a mask. No one will ever know its me."

"Fuck no, Ana, over my dead fucking body! Get out of that chair! Put your smart brain back on and use it. We will sort something out." I can feel my whole body tense up thinking of all the men that are going to get off looking at her sexy body. It makes my blood run cold.

"We don't have time to waste, Christian, time is money and all that. Let me just get ready, we take a few shots, and then it's done. Don't fight me on this. Can you be Christian, the business man, and not the head case, please?"

I leave the room furious, demanding to speak to Taylor outside.

"Taylor, I want you to keep your eyes on Ana today. I don't want any of the people in that room to go anywhere near her. Remove all the staff's personal cameras and phones. I wont have anybody getting off on this with personal photos of her."

"Yes, Sir."

I can't think straight right now. Ana is playing out all my fantasies, and this time it's including her. My dick and my sanity wont be able to cope with this.

Apov

I can't believe Christian fired the model. I am more shocked than I am surprised. I already knew her behaviour wouldn't go down well with him.
I take it upon myself, to tell the hair and makeup team the plan, and get started. Christian tries to fight me on it, but he ends up storming out. I thought he would be happy that we would be coming in under budget, on time, and we would be getting the job finished today.
After the team is finished with my hair and makeup, I pick an outfit for the romantic room. It's a white corset, with a matching thong, stockings and garter. My hair has been curled and is cascading down my back, and my makeup is very soft and feminine. I love it. I feel beautiful, sexy, and confident.
I head to the bedroom, that has been created for the romantic aspect of our scene, and I feel everyone's eyes on me when I walk in.
Shit! I didn't think this through.
Christian's eyes are dark, and he looks like he is about to explode with anger.
Gwen tells me to lay down on the bed and arch my back. The lace mask doesn't cover much of my face, but Gwen wont let us down.
I do a lot of different poses on the bed, then I switch to the submissive outfit. It is a light grey bra and thong, with stockings and suspenders.
A guy from Gwen's team offers to help tie me to the cross, I think it's called, when Christian barges in and takes over. I know he's the professional at all this but I wish he would back off a little.

"Ana, I really don't want you doing this. Please, let's just leave it and get out of here."

"Why, Christian? It's just a few photographs, and it's for our line. You fired the model, I'm just getting the job done."

"I really need you to stop this now." His voice seems really strained.

"Why? What's wrong? It's just business."

"Ana... Please."

"Why don't you just tell me what's bothering you?"

"You don't understand, Ana, seeing you like this is not easy for me."

"I know it's not, and I appreciate you being a good friend and looking out for me, but everything is fine. Trust me."

"For fucks sake, Ana, fuck the friend bullshit. You want to know why I am not ok with all this? It's because it should be for my eyes only. All of this is just making me want to do things I shouldn't even consider doing."

"Like what, Christian? What on earth are you going on about?"

I close my eyes out of frustration. As I am opening them, I see Christian launch himself at me, and starts to kiss me like a wild animal. It's so intense and hot. I can't think straight.

Forgetting that we are in a room full of people, I kiss him back, with the same amount of passion.
He takes his lips away from mine much too soon. He holds my face, apologies, then leaves the room.
I don't know if I should be happy he kissed me or cry because he just walked away.