Chapter 9
Mitch’s suite had been redecorated, and Mia and I were putting the finishing touches on it this afternoon.
‘There!’ she said, dragging a fake potted palm into place by the bookshelf. ‘It looks like a real architect’s office now.’
‘Apart from the fact that it has no window and a bed in it,’ I said, straightening the house plans on the tilted desk.
Mia went to fuss with the bedding, and I studiously avoided looking over at the king-size bed taking up most of the room.
The bedding wasn’t deliberately flashy, just a beige duvet and white pillows, and a throw at the end.
The kind of bed a sensible architect might have.
But aside from being large, it had a solid wood headboard, and my gut swooped a little every time I looked at that for some reason.
As if reading my thoughts, Mia murmured, ‘That headboard was a great idea of mine. Clients can cling to it for dear life while Mitch bangs them. God knows they’re going to need it.’
‘Mm-hmm,’ I said, placing the wooden box that held the dividers on the desk, ready for Mitch to hold.
‘You all set for tomorrow?’ asked Mia. ‘I can’t wait to see the results of your photoshoot.’
My gut swooped again as I glanced down at the black leather swivel stool.
Tomorrow morning was D-Day (aka Dick Day, as I was calling it), and Mitch was going to be sitting right there, baring it all, wearing only a tie.
I took a deep breath, reminding myself that it would be fine.
It was for work, and I’d taken both a boudoir and an erotic photography course, so I knew what I was doing.
Mia had said she wanted him perched on the stool, but there were other options, too, if he was open to it.
It was best to take a number of frames and angles for each pose, anyway.
My pulse sped up thinking about all the different poses I could put Mitch’s drool-worthy body in.
I didn’t doubt he’d look great in all of them—
I dragged my attention back to Mia. ‘Um, yes. And it shouldn’t take too long. Forty minutes at most. It’s not like we need 100 photos of him.’ I gave a short laugh.
Mia nodded. ‘No. Just enough good ones to choose from.’ Her voice took on a breathy tone, and I knew the erotic photos I’d be taking weren’t only for the clients. Mia was dying to see Mitch in the flesh again, and admittedly, I wasn’t averse to it either. Not that I was going to tell her that.
It seemed like ages since I’d showered with Mitch in Richie’s changing room. And while I’d thought about that a lot, I hadn’t seen him in person since then. But we had communicated briefly via email.
As well as being the marketing executive at Suite Noir, I also looked after payroll and HR. So I was in regular email contact with all the guys. Typical messages included questions about pay, requests for time off, or issues with clients.
Mitch always responded promptly to my emails, and I liked his professional manner.
He always opened with Hi Primrose, used complete sentences, and signed off Best, Mitch.
Unlike Richie, who wrote Yo Prim, used heart emojis, and signed off with Luv Rich.
It wasn’t done in a creepy way; it was just him.
He was a friendly guy, but it always made me blush and squirm a bit.
I was trying to do my job, and I didn’t want to be reminded of my slip-ups.
In fact, I was doing my best to forget about them.
Mitch, thankfully, hadn’t mentioned anything about ‘helping me out’ again in any way, shape or form, so I was feeling more confident that he’d forgotten about the incident.
He’d do his job, I’d do mine, and we’d both exist in peace and harmony.
With all the sex he’d soon be getting, I doubted he’d have time to think about me, anyway.
Mitch was handling his photoshoot better than I was. So far, I’d taken three blurry shots just because he’d loosened his tie and undone the top two buttons of his shirt.
I took a deep breath, forced myself to concentrate, and pressed the button of my DSLR. The next shot was a crisp, perfect shot of Mitch looking gorgeous. I exhaled. Thank God, at least we had one photo! I prowled around him, taking more shots from different angles.
‘You guys have been busy,’ said Mitch, unruffled by my clicking and staring at his ‘architect’s’ office. His gaze landed on the bed. ‘Looks like mine at home. I might be tempted to have a snooze on the job.’
I snorted and clicked some more. Damn, I was right. The guy didn’t have a bad angle. I had to force myself to stop pushing the button. We didn’t need a Mitch photo album.
‘Clients aren’t paying for you to have a snooze,’ I said, walking over to adjust the angle of the softbox I was using to illuminate him, since there wasn’t a natural light source. I felt Mitch’s eyes boring into my back.
‘No, I guess not. Though I always get drowsy after sex. What about you?’
His voice had a teasing tone, so I knew he was baiting me. And there was no way I was going to answer that question. There was only one thing I could do: ignore it.
I cleared my throat pointedly. ‘So, that’s it for the website shots. Can you take off your suit for the teaser shots… But leave your tie on?’
‘Sure,’ said Mitch amiably.
‘Oh, and I have some oil you can use on your chest and arms. It helps with muscle definition.’
I chucked him the bottle, and he caught it one-handed. The playful look on his face made me think he was going to suggest I rub it on him. Not a good idea.
Quickly, I swivelled and messed around with settings on my camera.
There was a lot of rustling going on behind me, and my hands started shaking. I forced myself to think of unsexy things. Baked beans on toast. Cleaning the toilet. Clipping toenails…
‘Right, ready when you are,’ drawled Mitch.
He didn’t sound bothered in the slightest that I was going to be taking naked photos of him.
Judging from his player lifestyle, there were probably hundreds of them floating around in the ether, anyway.
Putting out the rubbish. Online food shopping. Doing my tax return…
Slowly, I turned to find a very naked, oiled-up Mitch sitting on the stool.
But he was now leaning back on the desk with his elbows, hair artfully dishevelled, and blue tie skewed to one side.
My gaze dropped to his muscular, spread thighs and semi-erect cock jutting from a trimmed nest of dark-blond hair.
I swallowed hard. ‘H-how did you know I was thinking of that pose?’
Mitch shrugged. ‘Mia emailed me a few options. I liked the sound of the “just been ravaged by my secretary” look.’
‘Ah.’ Of course—Mia. It’s not because he can read your mind and zeroed in on the exact look you’d been envisioning. Not like you’re connected or anything.
I lifted the camera and took a practice shot to check that the settings were right. Looking at it on the screen, my lip quivered. Mitch was rocking it, even with a semi. But I wasn’t going to offer my assistance. Hopefully, he’d get there on his own.
I took a few more shots from different angles.
‘Mia also mentioned she wanted me fully erect for the photos. But she said you could help with that if I needed it.’ Mitch’s eyes bored sultrily into mine through the lens. Dammit. I lowered the camera.
‘D-do you need it?’
He nodded solemnly. ‘Yes, Primrose. I do. Though your scintillating asexual presence is doing a good enough job getting me partway there.’
Mitch grinned at me, and my lips tightened.
Fuck.
This wasn’t ideal, but I had to give Mia what she wanted. Otherwise, I’d have to do the photoshoot again. And again. Until she had the right shots. I knew her. She was a perfectionist.
Wordlessly, I reached a hand into my bag, and my fingers closed around smooth white plastic.
‘Jesus.’ Mitch’s eyes widened as I walked over to him, holding the thirteen-inch clinical-looking Magic Wand vibrator like an instrument of death rather than pleasure. ‘I’m not sure I want that anywhere near my cock.’
‘I promise you’ll be begging for more when it touches you,’ I said through gritted teeth, switching the thing on.
A steady thrum permeated the room. I sank to my knees in front of Mitch’s outspread legs.
‘I’m going to use the gentle vibration; that should be enough to help out.
But please don’t come, or you’ll flop before I have time to get my camera,’ I said in a no-nonsense nurse’s tone, indeed like we were in a medical setting.
‘I’m not that easy,’ Mitch scoffed, settling back on the stool.
I raised an eyebrow. He’d clearly never had his cock worked over by a Magic Wand before.