“It’s pretty. Is it my size?” I looked at it. I was one of those unfortunate women who was between sizes, which meant things were either too big or too small. This would be too small, but since it was cut loose, perhaps it wouldn’t matter that much.
“There’s a dressing room over there,” Niall pointed toward the other side of the photography area.
I went into the dressing area, took off my clothes, and slipped on the pretty negligee. It was a bit snug in the breasts, but draped over my hips and fell to my mid-calf. It hugged my hips a little bit, so I had to take my underwear off to avoid panty lines. On the hanger it had looked plain, but on my skin it felt decadent and pretty. The soft silk of the fabric caressed my skin making me feel sensual.
I bent over and shook my head, giving my short blonde hair a shake. When I flipped back up, my hair was full of volume, looking a bit messy and wanton, perfect for nighttime wear.
I walked out and Niall whistled. “You’ll sell a million of those for sure.”
I smiled. “Thank you.”
He directed me to the photography area where a white bench sat in front of a white screen. “Sit with your back to me and look over your shoulder.”
I did as he said.
Behind the camera he snapped pictures. “I’m serious, Leah, you could be a model.”
“You’re very good for my ego.”
“You’re like an ethereal entity.”
“Are you flirting?” I tilted my head, and he took more pictures.
“Well, yeah. There’s no rule about not hanging out with colleagues.” He walked over to me. “Get on your knees and sit back on your heels on the bench. Now put your hands on the bench by your knees.”
I did as he instructed, and the position squeezed my breasts together. Niall’s eyes shone with appreciation that had matched the one Sebastian had yesterday, although Niall wasn’t bothered by it.
“Do you think this would pass social filters?” I asked.
“Nope. But it sure is pretty.” Still, he gave me ideas to adjust my arms so my breasts weren’t so prominent. “Innocent and sexy. Men eat that shit up.”
“Why?” I didn’t want to give away my lack of experience, but I was immensely curious about what turned men on. Did Sebastian like innocent and sexy? I didn’t think so. He seemed like a man who wanted a woman who knew what she was doing in bed.
“It’s probably something perverted.”
“Do they like virgins?”
He lifted his head from behind the camera and studied me. “I suppose they do. They probably think they’re tighter.”
“Are they?”
He seemed to consider it. “To be honest, I don’t know. All the women I’ve been with have some experience.”
He got that mischievous smile. “Want to blow the boss’ head?”
“Yes.” How did he know?
He handed me the gigantic dildo. “Let’s get a few with this.”
“You do things like this to the boss often?”
“It’s more like a running joke. Now and then I take pictures and send them up.” Niall got behind the camera again. “Act like it’s an ice cream cone.”
I brought the dildo up toward my lips. Niall shifted side to side as if he was uncomfortable, and I wondered if perhaps he was enjoying this photo shoot a little too much.
“What’s going on?” Sebastian’s voice boomed from the middle of the room as he strode toward us.
“Oh hey, boss. You spoiled the surprise.”
Sebastian’s eyes were hot, mostly in anger, but if I wasn’t mistaken, he also liked what he saw. Perhaps Niall was right about that innocent and sexy thing.
“She’s supposed to be helping you with online marketing, not modeling. And Jesus… is that a dildo? You know we can’t use that.”
Niall frowned, as if he was surprised by Sebastian’s response. “That one was for you.”
“What?” He looked at Niall and then me.
“You know how we sometimes send you something special.”
Sebastian looked away as if he was trying to rein in his temper. When he turned back, he looked at me. “Get dressed.”
Normally, I’d have followed orders, but I was too intrigued by Sebastian’s behavior.
Niall was my advisor now, so I deferred to him. “Are we done Niall?” I set the dildo down, and then lay back on the bench, with my head arching off the end which pressed my breasts up. I bent one knee and the other leg I draped off the bench with my foot on the floor. “How about this?”
“Awesome. Like sexy Sleeping Beauty.”
“Leah.” Sebastian’s voice was tight.
I turned my head.
Niall rushed toward me and started positioning me. “You’re a fucking beauty, Leah.”
“yeah?”
“yeah.” He smiled. “Maybe we can grab a drink later.”
I liked Niall, and if it weren’t for my interest in Sebastian, I’d have probably taken him up on his drink. Right now, though, I was more interested in Sebastian’s response to Niall’s interaction with me. Was he jealous?