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Victoria stared at her, mouth wide open, and so did everyone else. It took everything inside of me not to laugh out loud.
“I think it's high time we called it a day,” her brother said, “It's way past time for me to get back to the office, so I’ll leave whatever is left here for you all to handle.”
With this, he turned around but after taking only a few steps, he stopped and glanced back at me.
“Send me a few of the pictures you’ve taken so far. I want to understand Aurora's insistence on having you.”
He pulled out a business card then and held it out.
I hated that I had to go over to receive it, but he was the boss, so I did as asked, and he handed it over. I tried as much as possible to avoid our hands touching during the exchange, but in the end, it wasn’t entirely possible.
Sparks flared through me at the touch, so much so that I couldn’t quite look him in the eyes.
“My personal email is attached as well as my phone number,” he replied.
I nodded in response, and he went on his way.
Chapter Nine
Drake
The more I thought of her, the harder I became. And this inconvenient and highly annoying fact became quite aggravating as the day wore on. It made me realize just how stressed I was because my mind was defaulting to her as an escape.
One image in particular kept coming to mind, and it was when she had squatted down for a shot in the vineyard. The sight of her full ass and hips straining against the fabric had instantly turned me rock hard, and it had taken a very upsetting phone call afterwards to bring me back to my senses.
I wanted her, briefly, but since she was still working for Aurora, I couldn’t help but wonder if this would interfere negatively with the wedding. We were already taking a lot of control away from her, and I didn't want to mess up the relationship between her and the photographer she liked to be added to our list of offenses, or else her grudge might truly become immovable.
Still, I couldn’t help but inform my assistant to be on the lookout for her email and to ask for her phone number. Afterwards, I waited as I sat through meeting after meeting until eventually and quite unexpectedly, at a few minutes past ten that night, it came in.
I was already on my way out, but my assistant forwarded it to me, and I opened the link to peruse the pictures.
I flipped slowly through them and nodded. They were alright, good actually. Perhaps Aurora would love them and find whatever she was looking for in them, but I didn't have anything else to compare it to. The lighting was good; it was clear moments were captured. I logged out of the link and checked the email that it was sent from. I instantly replied to it. “
What's your phone number?” I asked and waited.
I had given her my business card, and like most women usually did when they had access to me, they usually didn't waste any time in contacting me, but she didn't seem interested whatsoever. Or perhaps she had just been busy with her work. I gave her another half hour, and when she still didn’t respond, I threw the phone aside and forgot about her.
When I arrived at home, I had a guest waiting for me. She was in my living room and had the television on, eating through a tub of ice cream. I had no idea where it came from.
I was exhausted and didn't really want to entertain any guests, but I was always happy to see her.
“Thought you were going to ignore me forever?” I said as I headed over to the kitchen. After taking my jacket off, I grabbed a bottle of water and drained more than half of it in one go.
"I am, and I'm not here because I want to talk to you. I hate to even be doing this, but I just came to tell you that I don’t care what you all think about my photographer. She's going to be with me until this wedding is over.”
I watched from across the apartment, and then I went over to take a seat. She pretended to ignore me, but I knew that she was paying rapt attention and waiting for what I would say.
“Why couldn’t David make it today?” I asked. “You didn't invite him?”
“Why do you think?” she asked.
“You told him I was coming.”
“He's not scared of you,” she said. “He just doesn't want things to be more difficult than it should be for me.”
I nodded then. “I appreciate him for that.” However, she was far from happy.
“Why can't you just let him be?”
