I'll Be Your Muse (nothingbutporcelain and Dr Curiosity)

[nothingbutporcelain]

Callie sighed heavily as she hit the snooze button for her alarm one more time. She was so exhausted since she'd been out way too late partying last night. She knew this wasn't very smart since she had a photo shoot to do today but she could never seem to stop herself. Ever since her mother's death she'd been partying and living more recklessly than she ever had before. She was never a very well behaved teenager but she wasn't this bad when her mother was alive. Now she was living on her own in a studio apartment with no guardians around to control her so she went out almost every night of the week. It was surprising that she could do photo shoots almost every day and still look amazing in them when she stayed out till at least three in the morning every night. She was just one of those girls who looked good almost all the time or maybe she was able to stay awake and be very alert all the time at work because of her little cocaine habit. This was another thing she started after her mother died. It made her feel better temporarily and it enabled her to go out every night and not be extremely tired the next day. She knew it was a cliche for models to do cocaine but she didn't care. She just had to make sure none of the photographers or the people at the modeling agency who represented her ever found out about it. She'd probably be fired immediately if they found out the new seventeen year old It Girl was also a drug addict.

To say Callie had a lot of problems would be an understatement. It all started when she was around thirteen years old. She could remember that day more than anything else in the world. It wasn't a memory she wanted to keep since it was a horrible one but sadly it was stuck in her head. The only way she could get it out was why drinking, doing drugs and having lots of casual, unprotected sex. That was why she did all of that so much. She knew it was bad but she just couldn't help it. It made her numb and kept her from thinking about anything about her past. It was all too painful to deal with. Her father came into her room and raped her that night.

Most thirteen year old girls had loving fathers but Callie's father was different than all of theirs. She had to fight to try to keep him out of her bed. She was a young girl so she didn't really know if it was wrong or not. Her father told her that it was perfectly normal for them to have sex but they couldn't tell anyone, not even her mother. She did what he said because she didn't know any better and she was too embarrassed to admit to anyone what was going on. So a few years later when she was sixteen and her father was on trial for murdering her mother she blamed herself. He said he did it to be with his only daughter. He claimed that Ana (her mother) was constantly getting in the way. Callie couldn't help but blame herself for the murder. If she had just told someone maybe her father would have been put away a long time ago so this never would have happened. It was so horrible carrying this blame around, that was why she drank so much. Plus she knew deep down that her mother had known about what her father was doing to her the whole time and never told anyone about it. She would never tell anyone this but she was actually a little mad at her dead mother for this. She thought parents were supposed to protect her children and all her mother ever did was stand by and watch as her husband destroyed her only daughter.

No wonder Callie was so screwed up. She really had been through a lot. She was lucky to have such a solid modeling career. At least now money wasn't as much of an issue as it used to be when she first most her mother. They used to be rich but once her father was sent to jail she lost all of that money he made. That was when she started stripping for a living and doing whatever she could to earn a buck. This wasn't really talked about because it could hurt her career but actually a modeling scout came into the strip club and found her. They instantly knew by the way she moved on stage and looked that she would be perfect for modeling. She was only 5'1" so she was too short to do any runway work but she excelled in photo shoots. Callie was really tiny, just barely weighing ninety pounds so she was definitely perfect for modeling. She had long blonde gorgeous hair that was almost always straight and dark navy blue eyes that guys could stare into for hours. She was also quite the heart breaker. She definitely had a reputation for sleeping around a lot. A lot of people called her the model slut behind her back but for some reason this never hurt her career. It seemed like even more people were fascinated by her -i'll do whatever I want- attitude. She slept around and was proud of it. She wasn't one of those girls who would act fake innocent. Of course mothers of teenagers hated her but all their daughters wanted to be like her. Of course none of those girls knew her back story. They just knew she had no parents. It hadn't been publicly released that she was a survivor of rape by her father since she never told anyone about it and she planned to keep it that way. Everyone knew her father murdered her mother but people just pretended like it never happened.

She finally got out of bed and got into the shower. Luckily there would be hair and makeup people at the photo shoot so she didn't have to worry about getting herself all fixed up. And Callie looked just as good without makeup as she did with it on so she wasn't worried about showing her bare face in public. She let her long blonde hair flow loosely down her back and slipped into a tight red dress that was way too short on her. She'd be changing for the photo shoot but she always loved showing up in her own clothes. Callie only wore expensive, designer clothes but she made sure to buy the sluttiest clothes she could find. After slipping on some five inch black stiletto heels she left her apartment and headed down the street to the studio where the photo shoot would be taking place. She pulled out a cigarette as she walked and lit it, taking drags on it. She didn't even bother to put it out when she walked inside. She was Callie Simpson. She could do whatever she wanted. She just hoped they had some vodka here. She had no idea how she could get through this morning without it.

 

[Dr Curiosity]

Of course they wouldn't have vodka, the Victoria's Secret photo shooting days were professional, well at least during work hours. After hours was an an entirely different ball game. And the photographer of the day ran on that same track. Anthony Rusotti was considered the best man in the country to hold a camera. There was nobody else who could take a great picture as he could. That's why he was here today. The VS corporation wanted top quality pictures for their new magazine, and that called for a top quality picture taker. Unfortunately though, that called for top dollar pay, which was what Mr Rusotti charged anybody. So, as one of the models of the day was late, the general air of the organizer's was irritation, but it couldn't be helped. Callie Simpson was simply too gorgeous to fire, and she was well worth the extra bit of money that the photographer might charge. So, finishing up with his last model, Anthony adjusted his camera, before taking a cover worthy shot. Of course he was told each time that the model for the cover hadn't arrived yet.

Another hour was just another few hundred dollars he would charge. Hell, he might even take a few more shots, as he charged by the snap shot. So, sitting back in the folded chair, Mr. Rusotti awaited Callie Simpson.

Anthony was an aging man, having passed him prime some few years ago. Now, he was thirty-eight, and his age was finally beginning to show. His well kept short dark brown hair was now showing small streaks of silvery hair. Streaks of wisdom, as he told his children they were. Luckily though, Anthony had not completely lost his body in passing his perfect age. His once toned body was not what it once was though. A once fully formed abdomen had turned into firm flat plains on his stomach, showing the outline of his abdominal muscles only when he flexed. Of course remnants of once built muscles still showed, but not the way they once had under his tight black button ups. He had long since traded those for less form fitting dress shirts, and average slacks. He had a family to worry about, no longer his social image.

When Callie arrived he hadn't been around, but was in the front rooms talking to an agent about the conditions and his fees. She wanted to ask if Anthony might put in the last hour or so for free, something he did not do often. It all depended on what he was working with. Pulling out a portfolio of all the models, she showed the photographer a picture of Callie Simpson. She was beautiful, truly. There wasn't really anything that could be done to make this girl look bad, which Anthony wouldn't do in the first place. In his years of photo shooting though, Mr. Rusotti knew what category people looked like they should be in. A lingerie company wasn't what this girl looked like she should be doing. Perhaps pornographic images, but it wasn't up to him, he would take the pictures regardless of what she looked like. He even agreed not to charge them so much for the time. So going back to the shoot set up, the photographer awaited his next model, and a fine one indeed.

 

[nothingbutporcelain]

The second Callie walked into the studio people immediately greeted her and asked her if there was anything they could do for her. They asked her if she wanted anything to eat or drink and she quickly told them no. Then she was brought into the makeup room. They asked her to take a seat so they could do her makeup. It didn't take long at all for them to put her makeup on. They knew she was going to be wearing purple lingerie so they made sure to do her makeup to match it. After that they curled her hair so it would look absolutely perfect. Now it was time for her to get changed for the shoot. They handed her the purple lingerie and left her into the room so she could have some privacy. She carefully slipped the lingerie on, not wanting to mess up her hair or makeup. She knew she had to look absolutely perfect for the photo shoot so she couldn't mess anything up.

Once she was done getting dressed and had her five inch stiletto heels on she left the makeup room and went into the room where the photographer was waiting for her. The second she saw him she was very pleased that they picked him. This was her first time working with Anthony but she heard really great things about him so she was sure this was going to be a lot of fun and she knew she was going to get some great photos for her portfolio after today. "Hi, I'm Callie." She said, walking closer to him and flashing him one of her dazzling smiles. When she got closer she noticed just how attractive he was. He was a lot older than her but she always loved older men. They were usually better in bed. She couldn't help but wonder how good Anthony was in bed as she stood in front of him. "Sorry I'm so late. I hope it wasn't too much of an inconvenience for you to stay later.." She said, smiling at him as she stood in front of him wearing nothing but her very skimpy lingerie. The panties were so tight on her, showing off her pussy lips and folds. Plus they were very tight across the ass. She was hoping he would notice this as he took her pictures.

 

[Dr Curiosity]

Anthony obviously hadn't taken in just how attractive the last model was. The picture did her no justice, which wasn't surprising, as he hadn't taken it. Callie Simpson was gorgeous, and was born to have her pictures taken by Mr. Rusotti. This would go in his private portfolio for sure, it would get him more places than he already was. When she greeted him, Anthony had to fumble with his camera eagerly, distracting himself from dirty thoughts. "Hello Callie, I'm Anthony." Her smile was amazing, and it took all of his power to stop from swaying back and forth in a dizzy state. "Don't worry about it, it's no bother to me at all. I have nowhere else to be right now." Though, he actually did. His eleven year old son had a football game in some amount of hours. Anthony would miss it and not even notice, being with this sexy of a woman. No, not even that, this girl wasn't even eighteen as her file read, but she passed for twenty-six in Anthony's book. If he had been ten years younger and single nothing would have stopped him from getting to know this girl a bit better. "Go ahead and get yourself situated here."

The photo shoot was going great. Anthony set up the lights himself, with most of the workers leaving for the day. It didn't bother him at all, as he preferred to work by himself. It allowed him to get more into the shoot, in opposition to a hundred beady eyes looking at everything he did, and not understanding the art of photo taking. Callie was a natural, every pose was perfectly done. Alluringly sexy, but not so much as to draw away from the lingerie itself. Mr. Rusotti was drawn to it, well maybe not that so much in comparison into what was under it. It was obviously very tight fitting. In the middle of focusing in on a photo, it hadn't escaped his notice the small shape that formed to be Callie's pussy lips. How tight she must be, not that he would be finding out ever. He was devoted to his marriage after all, and was happy in it, no matter how much Mrs. Rusotti sometimes complained. He wouldn't just cheat just to cheat, but it was known that Anthony had a weakness for a bit to drink now and then.

It was becoming a bit uncomfortable, how perfect Callie was. It was almost as though she didn't even need direction to pose. She did what seemed to come natural, and flashed the lingerie, as much as her own body. It wasn't beyond the photographers notice the way she swayed her hips as she turned, the curve of her ass teasing him through the lens of the camera, and her elevated breasts begging him to come play with him. Anthony resisted though, as he was professional. After some time, the photos stopped, and there was a wide grin on Mr. Rusotti's face. "That was perfect Callie, definitely worth waiting for." He went through the pictures digitally in his camera as he said so. "It's no wonder their putting you on the front page. You were perfect." It wasn't a lie either. Callie had performed wonderfully, definitely Victoria's Secret front page worthy.

 

[nothingbutporcelain]

Callie felt her heart start to race in her chest the second Anthony introduced himself. His voice was so sexy. Everything about this man was so attractive and hot. She definitely wanted him badly but didn't think he would ever feel the same way about her. After all he was so much older than her. He was probably married to a beautiful woman who gave him all the pleasure he needed. What would he want with a seventeen year old girl? Callie knew nothing would ever happen between them but that didn't stop her from dreaming about it. She just knew Anthony would be an amazing lover. She wished there was some way she could find out if she was right about him but it just wasn't going to happen.

"Okay, great." She was glad to hear that he wasn't angry about her being so late and that he had nowhere else to be anyways. She got very excited when it was time for her to start her posing. Her poses were completely natural. She knew she needed to show off the lingerie so she tried to make sure in all of her poses everyone would be focusing on the lingerie and not her. Of course all the guys would probably focus on her more than the lingerie but that couldn't be helped. They would probably be using the photos to jerk off. It would be very convenient for them since their wives probably got the magazines so they didn't even have to go out and buy them themselves.

The whole time she posed she thought about Anthony and how badly she wanted him. Thinking about him really allowed her to get into her posing. She thought she was doing a good job but she couldn't wait to hear Anthony's opinion. He was such a famous photographer. If he thought she was a good model then she knew that meant she was really going to make it in the modeling world and if he thought she did horrible then that would be very bad. She doubted he would say something like that though.

She was actually a little sad when the photo shoot ended. She had tried to tease him as much as possible when she posed for him but she didn't know if it actually worked. She couldn't help but smile widely at him once he told her that she did a perfect job and that she was well worth the wait. That made her so happy. Right now his opinion of the shoot was the only one who mattered. "Thank you. That is so sweet of you to say." She told him as she moved a little closer to him. He really looked so good up close and personal like this. She had the urge to kiss him but luckily she was able to hold herself back. But now that they were done she really didn't want to leave. "Are you doing anything later? I was thinking about getting a drink and I don't want to go all alone.." She was a little nervous about asking him this. It might be weird for him to get a drink with a seventeen year old. She hoped he would say yes.

 

[Dr Curiosity]

Callie's question caught Anthony off guard. He was, of course used to models asking him to accompany them on things as such, usually hoping to get into his good sense, making a chance at a recommendation for front page. Or, in several cases, just the desire to sleep with Mr. Rusotti, who was still a seemingly desirable man. So what did this girl want? She already had the front page, and it didn't seem right for her to want a man so many years older than her. Hell, he was more than double her age, and she wanted to get a few drinks with him. The thought was appealing regardless, and the second the thought became that, he felt a heavy weight on his hand. Glancing down, he saw a deep yellow gold band, signifying he was a married man. Anthony Rusotti was not a cheater, no matter how many times he might have been tempted.

"Drinks? Aren't you a bit young?" He thought about it for a second, and answered before the model could even reply. "Sure, I'd love to get a few drinks." He looked Callie up and down, taking in her sexy body wrapped in lingerie. "You wouldn't be going in that I suppose?" A man could dream right? So Anthony was now going to go out for drinks with one of his models, the thought of a family event he was supposed to attend pushed to the back of his mind completely. He would make up an excuse when he got home, and hope his breath wasn't laced with too much alcohol.

While waiting for Callie to change clothes, Anthony went through his photos, creating a recommendation sheet for each model he had taken shots of in the shoot today. It was a quick process, and in minutes the folder was filled. Anthony always knew the best picture the moment he took it, and simply went through the photos until he found it, highlighting it in the camera's memory, before pulling out one of the two memory cards to put in the envelope he would leave for the Victoria's Secret agent, wherever she might have been.

 

[nothingbutporcelain]

Callie got a little nervous after she asked Anthony that question because she was so afraid he would say no to her. She wanted him so badly. There was something about him that really attracted her to him. She wasn't used to guys rejecting her so if he said no it would crush her. She wasn't usually the one asking guys out. Normally they would approach her but she knew there was no way Anthony would ever ask her to get a drink with him. He was her photographer and so much older than her. He probably thought it would be too inappropriate for him to ask her something like that. That was why she had to take charge and ask him herself.

She looked really upset when he asked her if she was a bit young for that but luckily he quickly told her that he would love to get a few drinks with her. She didn't know what made him change his mind but she was very glad he did. This was going to be such a fun night. Callie was definitely hoping they would do more than just have a few drinks together but she would have to wait and see what happened.

She giggled softly when he asked her if she would be going in the lingerie she was wearing right now. "Well I would love to but I think we might get kicked out of the bar if I wore this." But she knew all of the guys would love it if she wore her lingerie. The girls would be the ones complaining about it and trying to get her in trouble. That was why she hated girls so much, they were such pains.

"I need to go change. I'll be back in a few minutes. I promise I won't take too long." She told him with a smirk on her face before running off to the dressing room. She stripped the lingerie off and found her skin tight red dress, slipping it on over her head. She wore a black laced push up bra underneath the dress and no panties, of course. Callie never wore panties because they always got in the way when she wanted to have sex. She had no idea if Anthony would be fucking her tonight but she really hoped he would.

After fixing up her hair and makeup she ran out to tell Anthony she was ready, her five inch stiletto heels clicking against the ground as she ran. "Okay, I'm all dressed. How do I look? Ready for a night out?" She asked him, giggling softly as she twirled around so he could see the outfit from all angles.

 

[Dr Curiosity]

When Callie returned, Anthony had been fixing himself in the large mirror beside the set for pictures. He never knew why, but whenever he was in the middle of a shoot, his clothes and appearance always seemed a bit more thrown together, as though he had thrown them on after just having sex. It was amazing at just how ignorant he was to the hands the rubbed across him as he took pictures, women whispering things into his ear, trying to get a better chance at the top. Mr. Rusotti was professional, and pitiful attempts such as those didn't necessarily work on him, just made his appearance a bit more rugged. Fixing the three-quarter sleeved of his black button up, Anthony only barely turned his head to look at Callie before turning back to the mirror. Then a double-take, triple-take, then his eyes were fixated on her. She looked stunning.

"R-ready?" Anthony had to think about that for a minute. Where were they going? "Oh, oh yes. Well, you look gorgeous if I may say so myself." Watching her twirl once, the photographer could really take in just how sexy Callie looked. The red dress was skin tight, revealing every curve of her perfect body. Anthony saw so much, and there were other things he didn't see. He noticed the push up bra that teased him so invitingly. Also, he didn't see a visible trace of any type of underwear, making Anthony wonder just what was under the dress. Not that he would find out any time soon. "Ready for a night out?" He asked, tucking one of Callie's hands, tucking it under his arm like a gentleman would. He led the way to a deep blue corvette. If there were any doubt about whether Anthony Rusotti actually did charge as much as people said, it would be brushed aside when you saw his car. His wife didn't even work, and at home she had a silver Mercedes for her to drive whenever she wanted.

"How about we go to one of my regular spots? I have a feeling you'll like it." Being a working man, Anthony had his locations of recreation and relaxation, where he could get away from a nagging wife and persistently annoying children. A few pricey bars that served the best there was to offer, not often crowded. So any noise was brushed off as a person having one too many drinks, for which they had several bedrooms in the back to lay ones head back. Also, the bar was setting a good romantic mood, but that was not the goal of tonight, at least not for Anthony. He simply wanted to have a few drinks with Callie, maybe get to know her a bit better, see where her aspirations truly were. It was a short drive to the building they were headed, the photo studio having already been on the more corporate side of town. The building was colossal, having about twenty-one stories. Anthony never remembered exactly how many. The bar was on the ninth floor was all he needed to know, and the bedrooms a simple walk up the stairs to the tenth through a back stairwell that could not be accessed by elevator.

"Here we are," he said, getting out the car. Being the gentleman he was, Anthony had to open the door for Callie, reaching down with his left hand to take hers. The dimming sun glinted off the gold band on his finger, reminding him thoroughly that he was a married man, something he had needed the reminder of. Once Callie was out, he started towards the building, her arm tucked into his once more. "So, Ms. Simpson, what made you want to ask a man such as myself out to drinks?" What a lame question, but it couldn't be helped much. It had been over a decade since Mr. Rusotti had been out with a person besides his wife. He was out of practice, but he never expected to need those skills anymore after all.

 

[nothingbutporcelain]

Callie smiled widely as she came back into the room and saw Anthony waiting for her looking more handsome than ever before. She didn't know what he did to his appearance but he definitely looked a lot better, not that he looked bad before. He was so hot before. Now he just looked amazing. She couldn't wait to go out with him. People would see them together and probably wonder why the famous Anthony Rusotti was out with one of his models without his wife around. Callie wasn't stupid. She saw the wedding ring on his finger and knew that he was very much married. Of course this didn't stop her from wanting him badly. Callie always got what she wanted too. She definitely wasn't planning on just having a few drinks with him and then parting ways with him so he could go home and fuck his wife. No way, she wanted him to go home with her and fuck her. Callie wouldn't stop until she got what she wanted. Callie was a very determined, stubborn girl. It was why she did so well in the modeling business. She was determined to succeed so it was happening. She was making sure she booked as many covers as possible so no one would ever forget about her. It was definitely working.

"Thank you, Mr. Rusotti. You don't look so bad yourself." She complimented him, giving him a wide smile. He really did look so gorgeous. She could say a lot more about his appearance but she chose not to because she didn't want him thinking that she was obsessed with him or anything like that. She was sure he had dealt with a few obsessive models before. It was probably hard for him to avoid that since he was such a gorgeous photographer. "I am very ready. We are going to have a good time." She told him with a smirk on her face, loving how he tucked his hand under her arm. Now she was getting even more excited. This was going to be amazing.

She was very impressed when they walked outside and she saw that he drove a corvette. She knew he was wealthy but apparently she didn't know just how wealthy he was. But she really didn't care how much money he had. The reason Callie was interested in him was because of his hot body, amazing face and great personality from what she could see so far. He was a real catch. Callie was actually pretty jealous of his wife. That woman was lucky for getting to spend so much time with this amazing man.

"That sounds excellent." She was glad that he already had a place in mind for them. Callie didn't want to suggest a bar herself because she was afraid he would think it wasn't good enough for him. He was a wealthy, talented man so she was sure he was used to having the best of everything. She got into the car and watched as he drove them to the bar they would be going to tonight. She couldn't stop smiling as she sat next to such an attractive, powerful man in his incredible car. Now she was really glad she asked him out. Tonight was probably going to end up being the best night of her life.

Callie smiled up at Anthony as he came over to her side of the car and opened the door for her. She was shocked that he was also such a gentleman. Callie was starting to think that Anthony might be perfect. He had every quality a woman would look for in a man. But of course Callie wasn't looking for a relationship. It would be stupid for her to think she could be in a relationship with a married man. No, this was just about sex and nothing more. She wasn't going to let herself get attached to him, that could end up being very dangerous.

"Please call me Callie. I hate it when people call me Ms. Simpson. That's my mother, not me.." She said without thinking and suddenly a dark look came on her face but then she forced it away and smiled widely at him, changing the subject. "I just thought you would know how to have a good time. I wanted to get to know you better. Everyone knows you're the best photographer in New York City and probably the world but I want to know you more.." Meaning she wanted to get him into bed. Of course she wasn't going to say that though.

 

[Dr Curiosity]

Anthony chuckled. "You are much too kind, Callie." He paused just before saying her name, having almost slipped up. "I wouldn't call myself the best, not even on my best day. Perhaps the most accomplished, but I'm sure there are plenty photographers much better than myself." As the pair walked into the building, Mr. Rusotti was immediately noticed by the doorman.

"Good evening, Mr. Rusotti...Mrs. Rusotti?" The elderly man said, half guessing the last part. Nobody knew is Anthony really had a family, as they had never seen them. The only person in the building who actually knew about Anthony Rusotti's personal life was the bartender, Harry. That man had spent hours listening to Anthony's drunken excuse for speech, only deciphering it because of his profession. Harry Dresden knew quite a bit about New York's most famous photographer. He was a married man with two children, a failing relationship, and a weakness for Tequila. That, among other things.

"I do hope," started Anthony as he pressed the button to the elevator, "That this won't be an attempt to seduce me into pushing you to the top." He looked her up and down with a satisfied smirk. "With looks like yourself, it might just work." In the back of his mind, he almost hoped she would, but the more in control part had other plans. Mr. Rusotti was still a married man, and took that very seriously. He remembered once telling his wife that there were no accidents. Any slip up on her behalf and she would be out his house with not a penny to her name. He felt it should be the same towards himself, so he really should not have been doing this.

Entering the elevator car, Anthony pressed the round 9 button on the panel, pressing another button to close the doors before another person could try to enter the elevator. Secretly, he was a bit claustrophobic, and he felt that there should be very few people in the metal death traps at one time.

 

[nothingbutporcelain]

Callie smiled widely at Anthony as he started modestly explaining that he wasn't the best photographer in the business. It was definitely very attractive how he was acting like he wasn't all that good at what he did when really he was amazing. Many models probably did try to sleep with him so he would help them out with their careers but Callie wasn't doing that. She actually really liked him and thought he was gorgeous. If they slept together it would be because she wanted him and not because she thought he could help her out. She already knew her modeling career was doing great so she didn't need his help.

She was a little shocked when the doorman mistakes her for being his wife. She had to admit hearing the man call her Mrs. Rusotti was pretty sexy. She wasn't interested in being anyone's wife since she was way too young to be settling down but it still sounded very good. She liked imagining herself being the wife of this gorgeous, powerful man. It definitely made her want him even more.

She didn't say anything to the doorman about who she was since Anthony wasn't bothering to correct him. Maybe he too liked the thought of having a gorgeous model as his wife. Callie imagined that his wife was good looking though. She didn't see why a man as sexy as Anthony would have to be with a girl who wasn't very attractive.

She giggled softly once she heard his comment about her seducing him to get to the top. "Of course it's not that. Although I can't help it if I seduce it. Sometimes I seduce men without even thinking about it.." Callie was definitely very good at getting men interested in her. She actually loved how he stared her up and down and commented on her looks. This gave her hope that he just might sleep with her. She looked over at him, giving him a sexy smirk as they got onto the elevator together. She was getting the feeling that this was going to be a very fun night.