Heath stood in front of the open closet, trying to figure out what to wear. "Damn, Trev, how do I let myself get talked into this shite?" Trevor leaned back in the big lounge chair by the window. "Dude, it's for a good cause. You know this calendar will have all proceeds going to the World Children's Hunger Fund."
Heath nodded. How could he say no to such a worthy cause? Besides, it was only a photo shoot. He knew Brad Pitt, Orly Bloom, and Joaquin Phoenix were going to pose, too. Each of them would contribute 3 photos, 12 in all, one for each month of the year. It was the photographer's idea to have them do beefcake shots, posing in designer underwear.
Heath adjusted his jeans and was tying a do-rag on his head. "Ya know, Trev, I just hope they have underwear there that's big enough." With that, both guys burst out laughing.
Chris hurried around the studio; making sure all her props and lighting were in order. Calvin Klein and Ralph Lauren had donated the underwear. Good Lord, she thought, Heath will be here any minute. She could hardly wait to see the HotGod in the red boxer briefs.
Chris glanced in the mirror. She liked her reflection. Long strawberry blonde hair, blue eyes, and an hourglass figure that she kept in shape with yoga and kickboxing. Well, okay, maybe her breasts were a bit "full". She tied the pale blue shirt a bit tighter around her waist. Her jeans complimented her legs; her tattoo just peeking above the band at the small of her back. She pulled her hair back in a loose bun, fastening it with 2 hair sticks.
She went back to her equipment. The doorbell rang as she was adjusting the lens.
Swallowing hard, she opened the door. Heath stood before her wearing a scruffy pair of jeans, his green Mooks shirt and the red do-rag. He stuck out his hand in greeting. "Hi, I'm Heath. I'm supposed to meet Chris here. He's the photog, I'm told." Chris took his hand. She was so nervous! Oh, man, was his hand nice. Long, strong fingersβ¦."Heath, well, hello. Let me introduce myself. I'm Chris."
Oh, no, Heath thought. A woman photog, no one told me that! Course, it had its advantages. She was damn hot looking, not at all like those starving-waif types who he usually ended up with.