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"Izzy, we're ready to start the photo shoot."
Izabel Garcia finished fiddling with her already immaculately made up face to the photo shoot's director, Max Ryder, who was standing at the door, waiting for her. "Well then, let's go."
She stood beside Max and they walked shoulder to shoulder. Being a model, it was a requirement to be tall and Izabel was just that. Not only was she extremely tall but was also graced with a perfectly proportioned body. Unlike other models, she wasn't waifish but rather curvy and this contributed to her easy rise to success. Everyone insisted she was the next Gisele Bündchen but she disliked the fact that she was being compared to her fellow Brazilian model because, like everyone else, she wanted to make a name for herself.
Similar to some models, Izabel didn't think of pursuing the career but when visiting relatives in New York when she was fifteen, she was discovered by a modeling agent who offered her the job and it was encouraged by her mother. She accepted and moved to New York where she trained on how to walk, pose and learn everything she needed to know about the business.
She was immediately noticed due to her figure and soon became a runway model and shot photos for designers such as Vera Wang, Giorgo Armani, Fendi, Ralph Lauren and Versace. Her portfolio grew and she was gradually being recognized in the fashion world. Her big break came when she appeared on the June 2007 cover of American Vogue and as soon as it came out, she was flooded with more offers. She did more runway shows as well as becoming the face of designers such as Dolce and Gabbana, Versace, Ralph Lauren, Levi's and Chanel. In addition, she became the new spokesmodel for Estée Lauder.
And just recently, she was offered to be one of the Victoria's Secret angels. Hence, the reason why she was here, shooting a PR poster for the Victoria's Secret 2009 Fashion Show which would introduce her as the newest angel. Underneath the robe she wore, she was wearing a very sexy red lace bra and boyshorts. Her dirty blond hair strategically mussed to create the "I-just-got-laid-look" with hazel eyes made up to seduce and lipgloss highlighting her plump lips; she was more than ready.
Their set was in an expensive home in the Hollywood hills with a bed placed in front of a glass floor-to-ceiling window, overlooking the view. It had rumpled, silk, white sheets which further emphasized the just-got-out-of-bed theme. It was early in the morning and by the looks of it, the photographer wants to use natural lighting due to the small amount of lighting equipment. There was a tall ladder in front of the bed which meant they were taking shots from above.
When people noticed her presence, she was immediately greeted by the crew. She looked around for the person carrying a camera – her photographer – but didn't see anyone.
"Good morning, Ms. Garcia." a deep, baritone voice greeted her.
Izabel looked around but she didn't notice anyone approach her. She turned to Max who pointed to her legs. She looked and there stood a man whose head reached to her hips. She stepped back and looked at the man with wide eyes.
"I'm Erik Armstrong," he introduced himself holding out a hand "I'm your photographer for today."
She didn't move to shake his hand because she was still in a state of shock. She wasn't prejudiced against those who are affected by dwarfism but it was her first time meeting one in person. Sure, she saw them in circuses or passed by some on the street but this was the first time she actually got to meet one up close.
Erik Armstrong was an attractive man with brown hair and eyes. He was also muscular and built like a brick house. Wearing a tight black t-shirt and jeans, his muscles were prominent. He looked like the actor playing Angel on Buffy – a show Izabel watched with her cousin to familiarize herself with American culture – whom she always lusted after.
Behind her, Max coughed and she started. Erik still had his hand held out, waiting. Izabel blushed and shook it. "I'm sorry, pleased to meet you Mr. Armstrong."
"Oh please, call me Erik." He released her hand and gripped his camera which was hanging off a strap wrapped around his neck. "I guess we should acquaint with each other before we start."
She agreed and they made their way to some chairs. He told her about his qualifications and his past work and they discussed ideas they had regarding the shoot. He was polite and gentlemanly, letting her speak first and he seemed to consider her ideas, not ignore them like some photographers do. As they talked she observed him more and noticed that she was attracted to the man. He was very handsome with a good personality to match.
"Shall we begin?" he asked, when they run out of things to discuss.
Izabel nodded and walked towards the bed, removing her robe and laying down on it. There was an audible gasp in the room by people awed by her beauty. She tried to make herself unaware of their stares and forced herself to concentrate on the job at hand.
Erik climbed on the stairs for the bird's-eye-view shots and poised his camera. He looked down at her and smiled. "Okay, let's do this."
Izabel placed her one hand on her hair mussing it up and draped the other arm over her stomach. She stuck her butt out as well as her breasts forming and S-shape, sliding one leg higher than the other. She turned her head away before looking at the camera.
Erik pressed on the shutter and a light somewhere flashed. "Good."
"Izabel, why don't you use a seductive smile?" Max suggested from behind a computer.
She followed his directions and struck the same pose but this time with a smile. Then she maneuvered her body into a different pose.
"Tilt your chin up a little." Erik directed.
She did and he took another shot.
"Gorgeous."
The shoot, as all shoots do, took very long with her striking different poses, angles and facial features. Max and Erik directed and gave suggestions which she followed. Erik went down the stairs and took some photos of her showing the backdrop. Towards the end, Erik told her that she should have fun with the last few frames and he allowed her to make it spontaneous. She did and rolled around the bed, tangling her limbs in the sheets yet still managing to show the underwear.
Before doing this shoot, Max advised her to think about her best lover and to react the way she would if they were about to share a passionate night together. She only had one lover and it was her cheating ex, Rick, and he wasn't a very good lover.
When the last picture was about to be taken, Izabel looked at Erik and allowed herself to be lost in him. She admired his beauty and thought about what it would be like to feel his hands caressing her body, touching her in places which could make her shiver with pleasure. She wondered how his lips would feel against hers, they looked scrumptious and plump waiting to be devoured. She flushed and realized she was turned on. Immediately, she arched her back, her eyes glazed over, eyelids lowered and lips parted with a gasp as she was overcome with lust.
Being the good photographer that he was, Erik took the shot with great timing. "Now, that's perfect."
He had no idea.
Max announced "it's a wrap people" and Izabel got up from the bed and fanned herself before Brooke, her PA handed her a robe. She stood up and wore it just as Erik approached her and congratulated her for a job well done. Together, they went to where Max was to look at the photos. Two chairs were placed beside each other as Max moved to one side. Erik offered Izabel the middle chair but she hesitated thinking that he might not be able to see but she didn't want to offend him. She took a seat and Erik Followed suit. Max tilted the monitor and flipped through the pictures.
As Izabel expected, her pictures went sexier with each frame but the last one was what stood out the most. She flushed at the picture and looked at Erik, waiting for his reaction. His brows were lowered over his eyes in fierce concentration and his gaze was purely professional. Max sat up when they finished looking at the photos and faced Izabel. "Izzy, I say this with no offense but dang, girl the shots got sexier and you looked like you wanted to have sex by the end of that shoot."
Izabel flushed and looked at Erik who was smiling. He was more handsome when he smiled like that.
"So, have you both decided which photo to use?" the platinum blond director asked.
She bit her lip and nodded. "I pick second frame."
"I think so too." Erik agreed.
Max smiled, "Yeah, It's not too raunchy nor too held-back. Although, that last shot was very seductive and passionate. I guess you followed my tip." The man winked.
It was true, the photo was very seductive and she bathed in the light. The sheets reflected the light well and there was a glow surrounding her that can only be created by nature's light. There was contrast between her red outfit and the white sheets which made her stand out. That photo really was the best.
Izabel shook her head and laughed. "Yes, I did."
Suddenly, Erik stood up. "Well, it was a pleasure working with you Ms. Garcia and I hope to do more projects with you."
Izabel smiled and replied. "I enjoyed it just as well."
The brunette nodded and pivoted, walking away. Izabel felt a pang in her chest while watching him leave and she didn't know what possessed her when she called out to him. "Wait!"
All eyed turned to her and she walked towards Erik who turned and faced her. "Yes?"
She halted and fiddled with the belt of her robe, unsure what to say. It was, after all, unexpected and she tried to conjure up something. "Um, well..."
Erik looked at her expectantly.
A light went on in Izabel's head. "Max and I always share a meal after photo shoots. I just thought maybe you wanted to come? That is, if you're free. I really had fun working with you and I was hoping maybe we could be friends and this could be an opportunity to do so."
Erik looked surprised and averted his chocolate orbs, seeming to think about it. After a few seconds, he looked at her again. "I'm sorry but the reason why I immediately left is because I have another shoot to do."
