Page 69 of A Promise For Tomorrow

They are curling her freshly highlighted blonde hair into delicate waves. A makeup artist is applying lashes, wrapping up her sultry look.Damn, she looks phenomenal!

“Mad, this was such a good idea! The men are going to losetheir minds over these raunchy books,” she says appreciatively, taking a sip of her coffee.

Thank God we had quad espressos delivered to the room along with some greasy New York style egg sandwiches.

Ironically, we are only a few doors down from the master bedroom, not having to have gone very far. Diego is none the wiser. I slipped out while he was showering. It’s not like he can’t get the information of my whereabouts. It’shishome. However, I do think we’ve reached a point in our relationship…marriage…where if I ask for trust or boundaries, he respects them.

And I love that about him.

“It’s so good to see you again, Madison,” Rebbeca sing-songs, entering the room with her assistant behind her.

“I hear we have a bride in the house?” Ellie smiles sweetly at Lexi. “Congratulations.”

“Ohmaaagod, Madison. You flew these two here for me?” Lexi claps her hands together like a child on Christmas morning.

“I did, they are the best in the business.”

The ladies blush as they approach us, opening up two large suitcases filled to the brim with gorgeous, delicate lingerie. I crane my neck to take a look at the pieces they are setting up on the bed. Some are just straps of black lace, leaving little to the imagination. One set in particular catches my eye. A black satin bow top that barely covers your nipples along with a mesh and lace thong.

My makeup artist spins my head back around to finish. Stepping back to admire his work, he shifts to the right so that I can take a look at myself in the mirror.

“Oh,wow.” My eyes widen in delight at my own reflection.I look fucking hot.

“Alright ladies, the photographer is ready for the bathtub pictures. We’ll start with the nude shoot now. That way, the makeup artists can add body shimmer and oil for the other shotsyou’ll take on the bed and around the room,” the photographer’s assistant states, holding her clipboard out in front of her.

“Have you done a boudoir shoot before?” Phil the photographer asks the two of us as he messes with the settings of his camera.

“Can’t say I have…” Lexi trails off, clinging to the tie of her bathrobe. She’s up first. The nerves are trickling in.

“No. This would be my first time taking pictures…em… in the nude,” I confirm.

“Well, no worries. I bat for the other team, so as gorgeous and stunning as you ladies are, you’re not quite my type. My husband and I have been happily married for twelve years now. I can promise you this…These pictures will make your men go absolutely feral. I remember my first boudoir shoot…” He winks, hitting play on the bedside speaker.

Dirty Talk by Wynter Gordonstarts playing and immediately Lexi and I look at each other.

Let the fun begin!

Nervousness? Gone. Shyness? See ya later.

“Perfect…likethat. Arch your back a bit more… I need to see titties and perky nipples playing peekaboo with me through the bubbles. YES! Stay right there. Tilt your head a bit towards me… yes, don’t move. Give me your bedroom eyes…excellent. Bite that lip and don’t you move!” Phil has brought his A game.

I have never felt more proud of my own body than I do now. I feel sexy, confident, and beyond excited for Diego to see these. I’m even more excited for what happensafterhe sees these.

“Okay, let’s grab a towel. Someone please help Madison out of the tub.” Phil snaps his fingers at his assistant, as she is the only other person in the room with Lexi and I.

A warm fluffy towel is wrapped around my body as I exit thebath. Phil places a hand at the small of my back, navigating me over to the sink. He picks up a brand new tooth brush and hands it to me. A makeup artist shuffles over to add oil and highlighter to my skin with a spray bottle.

“Lean over the counter. I want you to brush your teeth while looking in the mirror.” He tosses a few curls of mine over my bare shoulder. I position myself so my cleavage presses firmly against the knot in the towel there. Really getting into it, I flutter my eyelashes and loosen my eyelids, giving the visual I just woke up.

“Madison! You are a natural, sweetheart. Work that toothbrush!” Phil praises.

Lexi giggles from the threshold of the door. She already did this part, except she did it in a satin white lingerie set and a short 1950s veil. What a stunning bride she is.

“Such a natural. That’s the money shot right there. I only needed one!Incredible. You are incredible. Let’s move on to the window.” Phil claps his hands in excitement, putting a little pep in my step.

I pad over to the sheer curtains. Phil’s assistant lifts it and I slide in behind it.

“Drop it like it’s hot,” Phil sings in regards to my towel.

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