emailing one another, and a few times she'd been taken aback by the explicitness in some of his messages. He'd also invited her to dinner a couple times, but on both occasions he canceled at the last minute. It was always the same excuse--an emergency at the office. Carrie was glad she hadn't expected too much from him or the relationship. Scott was either a total workaholic, or perhaps he had another girlfriend. The latter was a possibility she'd not considered before.
She let out a sigh as she went back to work. She needed focus on setting up the lights and getting her subject matter ready. She was photographing auto parts. While hardly a glamour job, she was charging the client a handsome fee, which would go a long way toward paying some of her bills. She'd just finished shooting her photos when she heard her cell phone beeping. It was a text message from Scott.
"Busy today?"
"Yes," she replied.
"How busy?"
"Busy, busy."
Her phone began to ring.
"I hope you're not mad at me," said the voice on the other end.
"No, I'm not. Seriously, Scott, I really am in my studio. Business has picked up lately so now I'm working Saturdays too. You of all people should understand."
"I do, but you have to eat sometime and I still want to take you to dinner. When do you think you'll be done?"
"Let's see." She glanced at her watch. "If all goes well, I should be home by five o'clock."
"Then why don't I pick you up at six? And wear something nice. The place I have in mind this time is a little fancier than a fast-food joint."
"You got it. Six o'clock it is. See you then"
She ended the call and went back to work. By the time she arrived home, she was beat. She debated whether she should bother getting ready. Scott had already disappointed her twice. If he canceled their plans this time, she'd take her cue and move on. She headed off to the shower, and it was only a couple of minutes past six when she heard the knock on the door. She looked through the peephole and smiled. This time he arrived, right on time. He greeted her with a long, passionate kiss.
"I don't know about you, but I'm starving." He gave her another long, passionate kiss.
"Me too."
She grabbed her purse and as they headed out to his car he mentioned the restaurant they were going to was across town.
"Isn't that kind of out of the way?"
"Maybe," he replied, "but we'll make tonight an adventure."
Over dinner Carrie discussed her new projects. While it was apparent that she loved her job and was excited about her work, Scott really wasn't listening that closely to what she had to say. He was much more interested in the low-cut, little black dress she had on. He kept seeing images in his mind of her dropping some of her food down her front and him having to lick it off. Finishing the main course, the waitress asked if they wanted dessert. He ordered a slice of chocolate cake, asking her to bring it in a to-go box.
"Why don't we have dessert at your place? We can take our shoes off, get more comfortable, and maybe listen to some music."
"Sounds like a plan to me," she replied. "It's been a long day. I'm ready kick back and relax for awhile."
They made small talk on the way back to her apartment. Once inside, she set the cake down on the kitchen counter.
"I'll be right back. I want to take my shoes off before we have dessert. Go ahead and make yourself at home."
Carrie headed off to her bedroom. Scott followed right behind her.
"Scott, what are you doing?"
"Making myself at home."
She heard the flirtatious tone in his voice. She laughed as she sat down on the edge of the bed. He sat down next to her.
"Okay, okay," she said with a smile. "Just give me a minute. I can only stand wearing high heels for so long." She reached down to unbuckle the shoes.
"I recognize those. You wore them in the photos, didn't you?"
"Yep." She took off the shoes and tossed them aside.
"You know, they're incredibly sexy shoes, and they really turn me on."
He began kissing her,
She let out a sigh as she went back to work. She needed focus on setting up the lights and getting her subject matter ready. She was photographing auto parts. While hardly a glamour job, she was charging the client a handsome fee, which would go a long way toward paying some of her bills. She'd just finished shooting her photos when she heard her cell phone beeping. It was a text message from Scott.
"Busy today?"
"Yes," she replied.
"How busy?"
"Busy, busy."
Her phone began to ring.
"I hope you're not mad at me," said the voice on the other end.
"No, I'm not. Seriously, Scott, I really am in my studio. Business has picked up lately so now I'm working Saturdays too. You of all people should understand."
"I do, but you have to eat sometime and I still want to take you to dinner. When do you think you'll be done?"
"Let's see." She glanced at her watch. "If all goes well, I should be home by five o'clock."
"Then why don't I pick you up at six? And wear something nice. The place I have in mind this time is a little fancier than a fast-food joint."
"You got it. Six o'clock it is. See you then"
She ended the call and went back to work. By the time she arrived home, she was beat. She debated whether she should bother getting ready. Scott had already disappointed her twice. If he canceled their plans this time, she'd take her cue and move on. She headed off to the shower, and it was only a couple of minutes past six when she heard the knock on the door. She looked through the peephole and smiled. This time he arrived, right on time. He greeted her with a long, passionate kiss.
"I don't know about you, but I'm starving." He gave her another long, passionate kiss.
"Me too."
She grabbed her purse and as they headed out to his car he mentioned the restaurant they were going to was across town.
"Isn't that kind of out of the way?"
"Maybe," he replied, "but we'll make tonight an adventure."
Over dinner Carrie discussed her new projects. While it was apparent that she loved her job and was excited about her work, Scott really wasn't listening that closely to what she had to say. He was much more interested in the low-cut, little black dress she had on. He kept seeing images in his mind of her dropping some of her food down her front and him having to lick it off. Finishing the main course, the waitress asked if they wanted dessert. He ordered a slice of chocolate cake, asking her to bring it in a to-go box.
"Why don't we have dessert at your place? We can take our shoes off, get more comfortable, and maybe listen to some music."
"Sounds like a plan to me," she replied. "It's been a long day. I'm ready kick back and relax for awhile."
They made small talk on the way back to her apartment. Once inside, she set the cake down on the kitchen counter.
"I'll be right back. I want to take my shoes off before we have dessert. Go ahead and make yourself at home."
Carrie headed off to her bedroom. Scott followed right behind her.
"Scott, what are you doing?"
"Making myself at home."
She heard the flirtatious tone in his voice. She laughed as she sat down on the edge of the bed. He sat down next to her.
"Okay, okay," she said with a smile. "Just give me a minute. I can only stand wearing high heels for so long." She reached down to unbuckle the shoes.
"I recognize those. You wore them in the photos, didn't you?"
"Yep." She took off the shoes and tossed them aside.
"You know, they're incredibly sexy shoes, and they really turn me on."
He began kissing her,
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