Chapter 2

John looked at his intern running away from him in a pace that indicated that she wasn’t running away but really was. Damn. he thought he would handle the situation well, but apparently he sucked at morning afters. Reson number one why one should not sleep with his employees. Ackwardness was going to ensue. And the kid was good so there was no way he was going to find a ridiculous reason to have her shipped away to another studio. She was efficient, intelligent, always got him his green tea without frowning at his habit and even accepted Jhan’s boyfriends for what they were. Fuck.

He had yet to look at the previous day’s picture but he was ready to bet they were good. She had interrupted a rather crowded sex act and even if he took him a while to realise that his intern what shooting them after having walked on the scene, he had seen her handle the camera like a pro she wanted to become. And because there had abeen a shoot before the whole mess they did on the floor, the lighting was perfect and the backdrop still there. He had to look at the pictures and then talk to her. He liked her, a lot. he liked her style, her no nonsense and her laugh when the mailman who was not funny tried to crack a joke or two.

Amelia was a good kid and this had just made things … complicated.

He had liked the fact that she had not called in sick, though he probably would have understood and accepted any excuse she would have felt like throwing his way. But she had done what she was always doing, she had shown profesionalism when he had not. He really had messed up by asking her to call him John. Then again, had he? he would need to call Terrence and tell him that the young lady did not want to share her digits with him. That, he was not looking forward too. But the athlete would have to deal with a little bit of human rejection, even if he hated it.

John smiled thinking of that, yeah, that would do Terry some good to have someone say no to him instead of dropping everything to answer to the demand made by his sensual mouth.

That did not tell him what he was to be doing with Amelia and the whole mess he had gotten them into. But first, he was going to have to wrok and forget for a minute his own complicated eprsonal life. On the abck of his mind he could hear his mother telling him that it was because he liked drama too much, that he could not live without a lot of it in his life, and really, really John, do you realise that you are hurting everyone with your little real life drama. There had been one person hurt alright and it had been him, after having had to go through the whole «I can not believe you think you are one of those homosexual» phase. His aprents still thought he had been on drugs and that it had tempered with his sould and brain on a scale no one could realise yes, his parents were really found of those theories and had made his life hell by trying to reverse what the public school program had done to their son.

He still could hardly believe he had managed to get out of that parental system. But once every while, his mother was popping back on the back of his mind, reminding him how much of a drama queen screw up he was and that really, John, we did not bring you up to become like them. Thank you mother.

The day went by, from a shooting to the next and a lot of the usual useless drama that was taking placein his office. The trouble with hiring high drama queens as his entourage for shoots was to drown in the crazyness that it was. Amelia was strangely well equipped to deal with it in a sense that largely seemed to be a «Are you talking to me? because if you are I’m going to punch you in the face» look that had even his most crazy volatile guy run for his life. Something hilarious to watch, until the day came when he was at the other end of the look and yeah, she was scary. Adorable and fun but scary intense when need be.

She definitely was coming as paid staff once her studies were finished.

Alone in the office John finally took the time to pause his official schedule for a moment and look at the unofficial work that had been done the night before. Black and white photographs of him, of Terry, of some of the boys that had started with them during this unexpected party, photos of hands on hands on bodies and smiles, sigh that could almost be heard coming from the screen, legs over legs and tongue on turgescent throbbing body parts. Some where not as good as they could be but there were some, some were he could feel, he could see, he could sense.

He had not let Amelia be behind the camera before then, only because she was the intern and there to learn how an office of high strung photograph was like, she was not there to take pictures on the studio time. If she had adice that were needed she could ask, but no photo time until John was to find her ready to take some. She was a second year intern, she knew the role she had to play, the rope she had to learn and she had been okay with that from the start. And john, well, John was sarting to regret his decision not to involve the young woman in his studio. She was good. There were areas that could be refined, but from what he could see was an impromptu live shoot of a sex orgy, she had done quite better than anyone could have done with a limited knowledge of the subject, the studio and the material that she was using.

He had a few projects on the side and maybe he could ask her if she wanted to come with. Nothing crazy but those kind of sexy shoot that he really liked to do on his own so that all parties were sure of who had access to the pictures. Yes, he could see her helping him, from what he could be seeing.

His phone rang again and saw it was Terry.

«Hey man. - Sooo what’s up in SkyCity? - Everything’s good, weird but good. - Ackward day after? - Slightly. How are you doing? - We made it safely to the other side of the country, game tomorrow. Coach is being an ass with me. Nothing new. Do you have new for me? - Oh boy do I have news for you. - Really? - No. I told you she would say no. She said no. Man, you are going to have to work her up if you want her number. And I told her she could cll me John and if looks could kill, I’d be singing to the Lord right now. - She said no? Why? I’m a perfect catch! - She is better than you, in so many ways. - Better than I, please explain, because last night she was like me, we were equal. - Man, you’re a cocky bastard, she is a classy lady, that’s all. - You are not even playing the wingman role you should be playing! That’s so unfair. - What would be unfair would be to play your game and not protect her, that would totally be unfair to her. Because she has no idea of who you are, I mean, you are a cool guy but you take them and ditch them and she does deserve a fabulous man, not that you are not fabulous but we both know that you are not made for a long term relationship and she is not made for one night stands. - Are you playing the big brother for little Amelia? - I am. And she doesn’t want to give you her number. - I like her. I reeeeeally like her. - Of course, you met her waht? - Doesn’t count. I swear. You know, when you see someone and you know, you know that she is the one that is going to make you feel alive? I know myself and you know who I am, where I come from, I don’t know, she made something ting inside - I trust you on your feeling, you know them better than I would, but I also know you as the get them love them throw them and your secrets that you hide so much and coud hurt you if they got out. I know. I won’t give you her number Terry. I won’t. She doesn’t want me to. But if you want to pursue her and woe her, then I will give you my ok. But one single slip and you’re history for her. - Does she have older brothers I should be wary about, I mean, beside you? - Not that I know of. - Oh maaaaan I’m screwed. Fuck. Fuck. I’m late for a team meeting. Ok. Seriously. I like her, a lot and it’s ridiculous. Tell her, ok? - You’re on your own for that, have a good night Terry. Good luck for the game, you know I won’t be watching. - And yet, sexy men in spandex, you of all men should understand the appeal. - Go to your meeting idiot.»

And so Terrence was in like with Amelia. That was going to be an interesting thing to watch. This all thing, was going to be one hell of an interesting thing to live. Playing the big brother role, he never really had to, but it seemed an iteresting role enough. And he had to coax Amelia into trying the way of the nude instead of going to get lost taking some picture she would get bored taking.

Flowers. Girls liked flowers. it was something his endless string of girlfriend had taught him, even though more often than not it was breaking up flower he was sending than the kind he was trying to get for his new crush.

The first time he had seen her she had ben juggling two phones and a client in front of her and he had barely realised she was a human being and not an android. She was mastering the art of being an assistant like the blonde bimbo at the agency and he was pretty sure those were androids.

She had been in and out of the office all day bringing all the coffees he and his team were requesting and she had even managed to get some papaya for him. He had fallen in love then, when she had found papayas. That and the fact that she had a delightful smile.

When he had realised she had walked on him being involved in a sex act with men, he had widely panicked, crazy panicked. That his best buddy and his assistants were involved was one thing, they had been having sexcapade together for a long time and they were not about to ditch his secret, but she was new, she was unknown and she knew who he was and he was screwed. She had entered the room, saw them, had frozen, and had proceeded to drop everything donuts, coffees and papaya on the floor. He was involved into getting a fabulous blowjob at the time but he was not as involved in the scne as he had been a minute before. She was supposed to flee, she had been supposed to flee and what she did was to grab a camera and walk toward them, clicking away and immersing herself into a voyeuristic role. He could say that the mouth of Johan had made him come but it was her hips rolling as she had moved herself toward them. The movement of her hips and he had been gone.

And then, then she had joined them. There had been a lulll once the guys had finished one another and she had run to make some tea as the coffee were out of order. Both him and Josh had looked at one another and wondered what was going to happen. It was quite unexpected, scary and exciting. She had made the tea and once je two other guys had said they were going, she had disapeared again. Doors had been closed and keys turned and as far as both men were concernend they were alone in the studio, left to their own device to rock one another’s world as they knew how to to it.

It was then he had heard the distinct sounds of lights being turned of and a huge take of breath. Fuck. Josh had looked at him on top of his tea cup. And a shoeless goddess had entered the studio, shy like je had been when he had gone to his first prostitute, but with such intent in her eyes that once again he had heard and felt that pang inside him. Second later his mouth was on her and he did not regret a single moment of their moments together. She had melted against him and he had spent too much time looking at his white hand against her dark chocolate skin, something he had never really thought he would do, having a black lady against him. It was against a lot of thing he had grow up with, but he like everything he had done since then that had deviated from his upbringing, it only brought him joy and pleasure. he had not expected Josh to join them. josh was a man’s man and had never shown any interest in women, nor into joinging him for mixed sex parties. But there he was, kissing his back and carressing Amelia’s skin at the same time.

That night, last night, had been crazy intense and Terrence was hard thinking about it. And things were a bit muddled in his mind too. he had been in lust with many a woman, had been in lust with many a man, but beside josh who had been his partner in crime for the past years, no one had sticked around longer to know him longer than a few days, a few weeks at best. They never got to know that he was a guy from the South, one of those whose family was proud to have some hardcore white supremacist in their family and that would want his skin if they know even had a hint that he liked both men and women in his bed and that now, now he had the biggest teenage crush on a small finely shaped afro-american lady with the warmest smile a mile around. Last night had been so intense that it had taken a long night of sleep and a travel accross the country with his team mate to realise the imact of what he was doing with himself.

He liked josh. And now he like Amelia. And he was an All American football player that had been selected among the five best players of the season. And fuck.

Camelia. She probably liked camelia. He could see her wearing one above her ear. Yeah. He was going to send her camelias.