Aaron’s grin matches my own. “Well in thatcase...”
He cranks the volume on his phone as loud as it will go and moves towards me. Without realizing it, we’ve both started swaying to the beat. Just as the chorus kicks in, Aaron starts mouthing along to the words, doing what is simultaneously the best and worst impression of Angus Young’s duck-walk I’ve ever seen. I cover my mouth with my hand to hold back my laughter and end up letting out asnort.
“Come on, Dominguez,” he urges. “You gonna knock me out with those Americanthighs?”
It’s impossible to be self-conscious while he does whatever it is he’s currently doing with his body, so I give in and start to dance, rocking my hips with my hands held up in the air. Aaron keeps doing his terrible impersonation, and before I know it all the awkwardness is gone and I’m whipping my hair around like I’m in a music video, breaking out the kind of dance moves I usually reserve for when I’m alone in mybedroom.
I almost don’t notice when Aaron starts snapping shots with the camera. Neither of us stops moving to the rhythm. We circle around each other with un-choreographed footwork, laughing as we try to outdo each other’s ridiculous moves. The chorus starts up again for the last time and I duck my head down before throwing it backwards, timing an epic hair flip with the final note of the song. I hear the shutter clicking non-stop, capturing everysecond.
I stop to catch my breath and Aaron pants beside me. ‘Who Made Who’ starts to play, but we’re both too tired to go for a second song. I can feel a trickle of sweat starting to slide down myback.
“See?” I say to Aaron. “Fun.”
“Very fun,” heagrees.
“Did we get any goodshots?”
He laughs at that and holds his camera up so he can scan through the photos. Whatever he sees seems to satisfy him. “Peaches, the camera lovesyou.”
I’m so pumped up from dancing that I don’t even call him out on using ‘Peaches.’
“Let me seethem.”
“Nuh-uh.” He shakes his head. “I don’t let anybody see my works in progress. You can look at them when I’m finished post-production.”
“Oh come on, Penn. This isourproject. I think I should get a say in which pictures we gowith.”
He just shakes his head again. “Trust me, Peaches. You can rest assured you’ll look good.” He glances down at the camera screen again and licks his lip. “Verygood.”
“Don’t start being acaralhoagain. You have a lot of valuable equipment in this room I could threaten tobreak.”
He grins in response and I know a typical Aaron Penn innuendo is coming up. “I think you’ll find my most valuable piece of equipment can be found right here.” He gestures to his crotch and I let out agroan.
The King of the Douche hasreturned.
We’re quickly running out of light, so to save time I tell Aaron to just turn around while I change into the second outfit, keeping my eyes glued to him the whole time. When he doesn’t show any signs of pulling a dick move and trying to sneak a look at me, I pause for a moment and take in the sight of his naked back. Even the muscles there are toned. He has a lean build, but every inch of him isdefined.
All I have on right now is a sapphire blue pair of panties, part of the second set of lingerie. Every gust of air feels like its kissing my bare skin, sending little shivers up and down my spine. My nipples have already hardened and I’m glad the bra for this set is fully lined, because there is no way Aaron needs the satisfaction of thinking he’s the reason forit.
I snap the bra into place and tell Aaron he can turn around. His eyes gowide.
“Am I allowed to tell you that blue is definitely yourcolour?”
“I’ll allow it.” I bite back a smile and pick up the mug off thedesk.
“So the vibe for this set is confident lady boss,” Aaron says, as we set ourselves up by the window again. “Shouldn’t be a problem foryou.”
“Was that acompliment?”
“You can take it however youwant.”
I sip on the imaginary coffee in my mug and Aaron starts snapping shots. He makes a few suggestions for different poses and we’re done with the set in minutes, which is lucky since we’re almost out of light. I hurry into my final outfit as Aaron sets up for the last part of the shoot. He hauls a white couch over so it’s positioned in front of the window, and I take a seat on it, clutching the fluffy blanket I brought. I’m wearing a sheer, burgundy babydoll and a tiny pair of satin underwear in the samecolour.
“This is perfect,” Aaron murmurs, as he points the camera at me and adjusts the focus. “Could you lie back abit?”
I do as he asks, lounging on the couch and trying to embody the cozy and comfortable look we’re going for. I feel anything but. Being stretched out in front of Aaron as he tells me what to do with my body is having an effect on my ovaries that’s becoming harder and harder toignore.
In complete contrast to me, he seems totally focused now. He gets down on one knee and rotates the camera to take a few verticalshots.
