Chris, Heath and Orlando had a wonderful time in Oz while the movie was being filmed. They had spent time together as a trio, and some evenings Chris would just be with one or the other. As all good things, the shoot came to an end, and they had a tear-filled departure at the airport.
Each of the men had new promotional tours to start on, and Chris had her assignment to finish. While in Australia, her agent had contacted her. Apparently, someone else had volunteered for the calendar, Colin Farrell.
Chris closed her eyes and reviewed what she knew about Colin. He was a dark-haired, brown-eyed, tattooed Irish bad-boy actor. He had a sexy accent when he was au naturel during interviews and such. Oh, this was going to be one interesting session…
Colin Farrell had seen pictures of Chris in some of the trade papers while she was with Heath and Orly in Oz. He was immediately attracted to her looks, but, damn, was she really with both of these guys? He had contacted his agent, telling him he would like to be involved in the charity calendar, just to meet Chris!
Chris was busy setting up her cameras and adjusting some lights. She actually jumped when she heard the doorbell. Smoothing down her dress, she took one more look into the mirror. She was wearing a cute sundress, sandals, and had her curls piled on top of her head. “I guess I’ll pass,” she thought to herself as she heard the deep voice of her next portrait subject.
Anna, her housekeeper, brought Colin into the studio. Chris’ breath caught in her throat as he walked into the room. He was wearing a black short sleeved shirt with casual jeans. His hair although short, looked tousled enough to make one think he had just rolled out of bed. Chris shook her head. That was the LAST picture she wanted in her head. Colin, naked, standing by a bed…
Chris walked over to meet Colin. His gaze traveled over her slowly, taking in her long tan legs, short little lilac colored sundress that hugged some very awesome curves, and a wicked tumble of curls piled up on her head. He reached to shake her hand, deciding instead to kiss it.
Chris’ hand was shaking. Why did she continue to get nervous when meeting these guys? “Ah, hello, Mr. Farrell. I’m so glad you could be part of this project…” They made some more small talk and Chris led him to the dressing room.
“You can wear anything you choose, and you get to keep what you model.” Chris closed the door behind Colin. She took a deep breath and leaned against the doorjamb. He really smelled good, and he was so attractive. She could feel that warm feeling spreading through her body, the one that signaled that once again, she definitely wanted this man. Sighing, she tried to banish the thoughts of Colin to a back corner of her mind. Cripes, she had enough trouble right now trying to juggle time with Heath and Orlando!
Colin rummaged through the samples of underwear. Holding up a very small bikini sort of thing he wondered to himself if any man actually wore these silly things? He had taken off his clothing before he started looking through the underwear. He kept thinking to himself how lucky those other two guys had been. This Chris was very attractive, damn artistic, and had a brain! He flexed a bit for the large mirror that was in the dressing room. “Ah, what the hell,” he thought to himself, “who needs underwear?”
He opened the door to the dressing room. He saw Chris across the studio, busy with camera equipment. “Hey Chris, I really can’t find anything appropriate, either you come in and help me, or figure a way to shoot me this way.”
Chris turned and caught sight of Colin, buck naked, semi-erect, leaning against the door of the dressing room. Color bloomed hot in her cheeks as her nipples hardened instantly. She dropped the light meter she was holding, no words forming in her mouth.
Colin grinned. “Did I surprise you?”
Chris slowly shook her head. She couldn’t drag her eyes away from his body; he was beautiful to behold.
She watched, as his erection became more prominent.
He started to slowly walk toward her. “Chris, you okay?” He knew he had made quite an impression on her. Oh, he wanted to show this beauty what a good Irish lad could do for her! “Did you break that thing you just dropped?”
Chris dropped her gaze and scooped up the meter. “No, no, you just, um, sort of surprised me.”
Determined to not let him see how rattled she really was, she put the meter down and walked over to the dressing room. She slid past him, just barely grazing her thigh across his manhood. “Okay,” she thought to herself, “you wanna play this game, I’m more than up to the challenge!”
Colin sighed when her thigh touched his flesh. Damn, this girl wasn’t afraid of anything. Fine, two can play at that.
Chris had chosen two pairs of shorts, one royal blue silk boxers, one pair of tight boxer briefs in burgundy. "I think these might do.” She passed closely by him, the shorts brushing his skin.
Colin’s skin burned where she had trailed the fabric over his skin. He had already had enough of this game. He wanted her, and he was going to have her. He sensed she wanted him too. “I’ll make her forget all about her Aussie boytoy and his English sidekick…”
His hand shot out and took her wrist, pulling her close to him. The shorts slid from her hand. He pulled the clip from her hair and sighed as her curls tumbled loose down her back. Colin buried his face in her hair. “You smell so damn good…” He crushed his lips over hers, exploring her lips and mouth with his tongue.
Chris was still in shock. What a rush he was! Ah, she was so turned on by him, this felt so right!