Through a different lens
1071 Words
For a second, I forgot how to breathe.
I held her gaze. There was nothing in her eyes. No recognition, no softness. Just a distant, cold, calculated glare that screamed, "Do your job."
Something twisted in my chest. Sharp.
I broke eye contact first, my focus returning to the camera.
I clicked the shutter. Once, twice, and again. Making sure each frame captured her perfectly.
“Turn slightly,” I instructed again when I was done taking shots of her in that pose.
She did, and her movement...
God!
The subtle shift of her hips. The slow drag of the lingerie fabric across her skin.
The way she brushed her fingers lightly against her thigh...
I clenched my jaw hard.
This was exactly why women like her were dangerous. They didn’t need to try.
They just… were.
And men? Men lost control.
I wasn’t going to be one of those men. Not again.
Five years ago, I had made that mistake. I had lapsed under the influence. It had been a moment of weakness I deeply regret.
And to think a child had been made from that night's mistake.
“Next pose,” I clenched my jaws as I said.
I watched Madison move, sensual and alluring. Every angle, every tilt of her head. Every subtle movement of her body.
I hated how I noticed everything.
I wasn’t supposed to!
Not like this. Not with her. Not with someone who is a--
I stopped the thought.
“Hold that,” I instructed when she made another perfect pose.
Click!
She made things so easy as she knew just the right angle to hit for each shot.
“Hold that angle,” I suddenly heard.
Holly had moved next to me, looking at Madison through the camera with her tablet in hand.
My throat tightened. I felt as though I was a thief caught in the act. Why? I had no idea. But I managed to regain focus.
“Yes. perfect. Now slightly turn your shoulder toward the light.”
Madison adjusted instantly, her movement so effortless. She didn’t need guidance at all.
Click! Click!
The camera shutter echoed through the studio as I took shots of her.
“Ease your expression a little,” Holly added. “We’re going for elegance, not tension.”
Madison didn’t respond verbally. Instead, she shifted again. I caught how her brows relaxed, and the corners of her lips curled up, making her face warmer and pleasantly approachable. She had done so with such calculated precision that had everyone around in awe.
She was just that good.
She parted her lips slightly and placed a finger in between, expressing a naughty, inviting pose.
And that was when it happened.
As if realizing her intent, as if adding a final touch to her already mind-blowing pose. A strap of her lingerie slipped slightly off her shoulder.
Just enough to reveal the delicate line of her shoulder and the fair suppleness of what seemed more than cleavage in a way that pulled attention without permission.
My finger paused on the shutter. Just for a second. And my eyes, they couldn't not wander.
Madison didn’t fix it immediately. She didn’t even react.
It was as if she didn’t care.
My throat tightened. I couldn't help but swallow again, this time I frowned, specifically at myself.
I forced my focus back to the lens. I kept telling myself I have to keep things professional as I took shots of her.
But my eyes betrayed me, yet again.
Not until Holly stepped slightly forward. “Madison, adjust the strap slightly,” she said casually. “We want clean symmetry for this set.”
Madison finally moved, slowly adjusting the strap. Her fingers brushed the strap lightly in a composed manner, pulling it back into place.
We continued shooting.
Different poses... Different angles, and expressions.
But it was always the same result.
There were less pictures of her that wasn't as perfect.
“Okay. Now let’s try something more relaxed,” Holly said. “Can you lean slightly back. Let the fabric fall naturally.”
Madison obeyed again. Her body shifted against the set backdrop. The studio light caught her skin in ways that made her gleam like a star.
Click. Click.
“Good,” Holly said shortly after. “That’s enough for this set."
'Finally.' I couldn't help but heave a sigh.
Madison straightened immediately. Like she had been waiting for that exact sentence.
“Thank you,” she said briefly. Then she stepped down from the set. Still not glancing in my direction.
I lowered the camera slowly, watching her leave with that hip sway I couldn't get my eyes off of.
Holly approached me after a moment. “She’s… professional,” she said carefully.
I didn’t respond. Because that wasn’t the word I would’ve used. But I couldn't have agreed more with her.
I watched Madison disappear into the dressing room, my eyes following her all the way.
“Mr. Grayson?” Holly called again.
“Yes?" I finally looked at her.
She had her hand out, requesting for the camera. I immediately obliged, handing it to her.
“Hmm... You did well today. The photos will perform strongly.” she said as she checked through the photo shots taken.
I nodded once, not even worried about what she said. I had taken photography lessons after all.
Instead, my attention was already elsewhere. I looked once again toward the corridor that held the door to the dressing room Madison had disappeared into.
This seems like the perfect chance...
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