air,”
I quickly pulled my hand away and set it in my lap. He was being way nice to me... extremely too nice. I have had men sweet talk me quite often, but they were never charming like Ethan. I could see it in his ocean blue eyes that he meant every word he said, and that scared me a little bit.
“I am so full,” he sighed, sitting back in his chair. “I'm going to laugh if I go back to the shoot and I look like a fat ass,”
“Second that, I need to unbutton my skirt,” I hiccuped, picking up my tray and dumping my trash.
“Fat ass or slim ass, you will always be a sexy ass,” he wrapped his arm around my shoulders and kissed my temple.
I laughed aloud. “Thanks, you ass,”
~
“So, please explain to me why we had to reschedule the swimsuit shoot until tomorrow?” Vanessa's arms were crossed as she stared out the window.
“Because I was bloated,” Ethan heaved a sigh.
“That explains your bitchiness this morning,” Ben joked.
“Right? And the greasy food at lunch,” Ethan went a long with it.
“Ethan, you didn't,” Vanessa laid her head on the headrest and closed her eyes. She rubbed her temples slowly. “Everybody knows that stuff bloats you and gives you gas for crying out loud,” she groaned.
“You stand corrected because I didn't know that. I. Do. Not. Model, Vanessa,”
“You know what, Ethan? I thought that I could help you out at the same time you could help me,”
“Seriously? I wasn't helping you? God, Vanessa. I ate lunch,”
“Stop!” I placed one hand in Ethan's face, and one in Vanessa's. “Nessy, this was my fault, not his. I chose lunch at a fast food restaurant not thinking about the fact he was on a shoot, okay? So, if anyone is to blame for the cancellation, it's me. There, it's done,”
“But-” she opened her mouth.
“No!” I put my hand back in her face.
“Maria-” Ben tried to butt in.
“Nah-uh,” I stopped him.
I waited for a few seconds before relaxing against the seat to make sure no one was going to say anything, I nodded. Ethan placed his hand on my leg and was tracing his fingers up and down my thigh slowly. I looked at him and he was staring out his window with a peaceful look upon his face not meaning it as a sexual gesture. But, the tingle of his fingertips alone was causing my core to ache with the need for him, and my panties were undoubtedly being soaked with the desire. I grabbed his hand and placed it between my legs. I wasn't worried about Ben or Vanessa seeing anything as it was dark outside. We stayed at Glow late due to the fact that they were feeding Ethan Gas-X to try and get rid of his bloat so they could continue with the shoot. With no success, we headed home.
Ethan snapped his head in my direction with his bottom lip between his teeth, he then swallowed hard staring between my legs. My hand was working his against my moist core.
Five minutes into torturing myself and Ethan, Ben pulled into Vanessa's driveway. I tossed his hand across the back seat and took a deep breath before getting out of the car. The second that Ben and Vanessa go to bed, Ethan is mine.
Ethan waited until they walked ahead of us. Vanessa was whining to Ben about how the caterer was talking Salmon when he should be talking steak. Ethan grabbed my wrist, flinging me in a circle and kissed me. He quickly pulled away.
“You're mine,” he pecked my lips, walking past me and left me on the walkway, whimpering to myself. I quickly shuffled my heels up the walkway and into the front door.
“So, the caterer is pissed. But it's not my fault that somehow he thought I said Salmon when I clearly did not. This is going to be the death of me...” she sighed, placing her head in her hands. “and you if you eat seafood,” Ben is highly allergic to fish.
“Babe, it'll be fine. Everything at work is good, Ethan will finish the shoot tomorrow. Ethan and Maria
I quickly pulled my hand away and set it in my lap. He was being way nice to me... extremely too nice. I have had men sweet talk me quite often, but they were never charming like Ethan. I could see it in his ocean blue eyes that he meant every word he said, and that scared me a little bit.
“I am so full,” he sighed, sitting back in his chair. “I'm going to laugh if I go back to the shoot and I look like a fat ass,”
“Second that, I need to unbutton my skirt,” I hiccuped, picking up my tray and dumping my trash.
“Fat ass or slim ass, you will always be a sexy ass,” he wrapped his arm around my shoulders and kissed my temple.
I laughed aloud. “Thanks, you ass,”
~
“So, please explain to me why we had to reschedule the swimsuit shoot until tomorrow?” Vanessa's arms were crossed as she stared out the window.
“Because I was bloated,” Ethan heaved a sigh.
“That explains your bitchiness this morning,” Ben joked.
“Right? And the greasy food at lunch,” Ethan went a long with it.
“Ethan, you didn't,” Vanessa laid her head on the headrest and closed her eyes. She rubbed her temples slowly. “Everybody knows that stuff bloats you and gives you gas for crying out loud,” she groaned.
“You stand corrected because I didn't know that. I. Do. Not. Model, Vanessa,”
“You know what, Ethan? I thought that I could help you out at the same time you could help me,”
“Seriously? I wasn't helping you? God, Vanessa. I ate lunch,”
“Stop!” I placed one hand in Ethan's face, and one in Vanessa's. “Nessy, this was my fault, not his. I chose lunch at a fast food restaurant not thinking about the fact he was on a shoot, okay? So, if anyone is to blame for the cancellation, it's me. There, it's done,”
“But-” she opened her mouth.
“No!” I put my hand back in her face.
“Maria-” Ben tried to butt in.
“Nah-uh,” I stopped him.
I waited for a few seconds before relaxing against the seat to make sure no one was going to say anything, I nodded. Ethan placed his hand on my leg and was tracing his fingers up and down my thigh slowly. I looked at him and he was staring out his window with a peaceful look upon his face not meaning it as a sexual gesture. But, the tingle of his fingertips alone was causing my core to ache with the need for him, and my panties were undoubtedly being soaked with the desire. I grabbed his hand and placed it between my legs. I wasn't worried about Ben or Vanessa seeing anything as it was dark outside. We stayed at Glow late due to the fact that they were feeding Ethan Gas-X to try and get rid of his bloat so they could continue with the shoot. With no success, we headed home.
Ethan snapped his head in my direction with his bottom lip between his teeth, he then swallowed hard staring between my legs. My hand was working his against my moist core.
Five minutes into torturing myself and Ethan, Ben pulled into Vanessa's driveway. I tossed his hand across the back seat and took a deep breath before getting out of the car. The second that Ben and Vanessa go to bed, Ethan is mine.
Ethan waited until they walked ahead of us. Vanessa was whining to Ben about how the caterer was talking Salmon when he should be talking steak. Ethan grabbed my wrist, flinging me in a circle and kissed me. He quickly pulled away.
“You're mine,” he pecked my lips, walking past me and left me on the walkway, whimpering to myself. I quickly shuffled my heels up the walkway and into the front door.
“So, the caterer is pissed. But it's not my fault that somehow he thought I said Salmon when I clearly did not. This is going to be the death of me...” she sighed, placing her head in her hands. “and you if you eat seafood,” Ben is highly allergic to fish.
“Babe, it'll be fine. Everything at work is good, Ethan will finish the shoot tomorrow. Ethan and Maria
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