Page 24 of Pose for Me

"Oh, it does," Ainsley nods emphatically. "The sexual tension is off the charts. But it's more than that. The way the author explores morality and justice, the blurred lines between right and wrong... it's surprisingly deep for a romance novel."

As she continues describing particularly gripping scenes, I find myself drawn into the story. The way she describes the characters' internal struggles, the push and pull between duty and desire, it makes my heart speed up in my chest.

"So, what happens in the end?" I ask, already invested. "Does the detective turn her in? Do they run off into the sunset together?"

Ainsley's grin turns wicked. "That would be spoiling the best part, wouldn't it? You'll just have to read it yourself to find out."

I roll my eyes good-naturedly. "Tease."

"You know it," she winks, just as she pins the last twist to my crown and a knock sounds at the studio door.

Our client is here.

As I move to answer the door, Ainsley gives my hair one final spritz of hairspray. The familiar scent mingles with the floral notes already perfuming the air, creating an intoxicating blend that speaks of femininity and sensuality.

I open the door to reveal Breanna, our client for today's boudoir shoot. She's a petite brunette with warm brown eyes that are currently wide with a mix of excitement and nerves.

"Hi Breanna, come on in," I greet her warmly, ushering her inside. "You look lovely."

She smiles shyly, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. "Thank you. I'm a bit nervous, to be honest."

"That's completely normal," I assure her, guiding her towards where Ainsley is waiting. "But don't worry, we're going to take great care of you today."

Over the next hour and a half, I flit between final preparations and joining in on the lively chatter between Ainsley and Breanna. Ainsley works her magic, transforming Breanna's everyday look into something sultry and glamorous. I watch as Breanna's confidence grows with each brush stroke and curl set.

While they chat, I double-check all my equipment, ensuring every lens is clean and every battery fully charged. I adjust the lighting one last time, tweaking it until it casts the perfect soft glow across the boudoir set.

Ainsley regales us with tales of her latest dating adventures, her animated storytelling punctuated by the soft click of makeup brushes and the gentle hiss of hairspray. The conversation flows easily between the three of us, Ainsley's infectious enthusiasm drawing Breanna out of her shell bit by bit.

"So, Breanna," Ainsley chirps as she applies a shimmering eyeshadow, "tell us what inspired you to do this shoot. Anniversary gift? Just for fun?"

Breanna's cheeks flush slightly. "Actually, it's sort of a gift to myself. I recently got out of a long-term relationship that... well, let's just say it wasn't great for my self-esteem. This is my way of reclaiming my confidence, I guess."

"Good for you," I say genuinely, pausing in my work to meet her eyes in the mirror. "There's something incredibly empowering about celebrating your own beauty, just for yourself."

As Ainsley continues her work, transforming Breanna's already lovely features into something truly stunning, I find myself occasionally chiming in on their conversation. We discuss everything from favorite movies to dream vacation spots, the easy banter helping Breanna relax more and more.

I take the opportunity to go over some final details, explaining the process and reminding Breanna that she's in control at all times. "If there's anything you're uncomfortable with, just let me know," I assure her. "This is all about making you feel amazing."

Before we know it, Ainsley is finished and steps back, surveying her work with a critical eye before breaking into a wide grin. "Darling, you look absolutely stunning," she declares, spinning Breanna's chair to face the mirror.

Breanna's gasp of delight is audible. "Oh my god," she breathes, leaning in to examine her reflection. "Is that really me?"

I step closer, smiling at her reaction. "It absolutely is. You look beautiful, Breanna."

Ainsley beams at Breanna's reaction, her purple hair bouncing as she nods enthusiastically. "Told you I'd work my magic," she winks, already starting to pack up her extensive collection of brushes and palettes with practiced efficiency.

"Thank you so much," Breanna gushes, still admiring her reflection. "I can't believe that's me looking back."

I squeeze Breanna's shoulder gently. "That's all you, honey. Ainsley just helped bring out what was already there."

Ainsley finishes packing up her supplies in record time, slinging her massive makeup case over one shoulder with ease. She turns to me, green eyes sparkling. "Alright, darling, I'm off to my next gig. Try not to miss me too much!"

I laugh, pulling her in for a quick hug. "As if that's possible. Thanks for everything, Ains."

She releases me with a flourish, spinning towards the door in a whirl of color and energy. "Breanna, sweetie, you're going to absolutely slay this shoot. Own that gorgeous body of yours!"

With a final air kiss blown in our direction, Ainsley disappears out the door, leaving behind only the faintest trace of her floral perfume.

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