Stiles licked his lips a couple of times and put his arms up in submission. He could have used his strength on her, but Stiles was terrified that he would hurt her. She’d effectively had him pinned to a wall, but he wasn’t sure how he was supposed to handle this situation. This woman was nuts! Stiles would have to start wearing a repellent or something. Course, Stiles was also unaware of he reason as to why she was currently throwing herself at him.
“Woah! Woah, woah lady! Seriously? Oh my god, you’re touching my dick. You’ve got to stop that right now,” Stiles stammered.
“Please, Stiles,” Summer moaned. Maybe if she touched him enough he would understand. “I just really need you, right now. Please.” She pressed herself closer. “You understand, right? Just take care of me.”
“Then you aren’t much cut out to be a model, are you. We don’t need distractions like you around here.” She threw herself into the comfy loveseat she kept for creative catnaps and flicked her fingers at her desk chair. “Take the edge off. I’ll wait.”
Those words stung and Stiles found himself squeezing the edge of the desk until he heard the wood splinter. He had worked his ass off to get where he was an no woman with a confused power struggle was going to make him doubt that. “I think I should take my leave now,” he said calmly, though a hint of venom could be heard in those words. “If you’re so distracted by my natural response maybe you should take the edge off yourself.” These words were hissed. Stiles stepped away from the desk and away from the woman in her loveseat.
Summer’s eyes narrowed. “I don’t have an edge,” she hissed in reply. “Sit /down/.” Her voice took on, undisguised, the venom he’d concealed. “You didn’t answer my question, for one thing. If you’re going to be that distracted, you owe it to me, at least, to be less obvious.”
Summer bit her tongue briefly on her first response. “Then I guess you need to take everything off the desk, one by one, until you find it. Could someone else have taken it?”
Lydia sighed in frustration before running her hands over her face. “I guess so. Maybe someone could’ve taken it to look at it. It is just a picture I wanted to show people.”
“Well, where are the negatives? I could run you up another copy, if you wanted. Or was it digital?” Summer started to sort through the piles on the model’s desk, desultorily looking for any photos.
She leveled a flat glare at him. “Bullshit. Even a mundane could tell what’s on your mind today, and you’re no more mundane than I am. So tone it down or I’ll have you over my knee.”
Stiles swallowed hard, unsure if he should be fearful of the woman’s obvious rage, or if he should stand up for himself. He finally set on being firm, and standing up to the woman. She had been nice before, but it was clear to Stiles that in this moment she had other intentions. His fingers gripped the desk he was leaned against tightly, and then he stood up straight. “Oh.. That’s what you mean. Newsflash, but I’m a teenage boy in a studio with fantastic looking men and women alike. Sorry if I’m a little…distracted.”
“Then you aren’t much cut out to be a model, are you. We don’t need distractions like you around here.” She threw herself into the comfy loveseat she kept for creative catnaps and flicked her fingers at her desk chair. “Take the edge off. I’ll wait.”
“That’s a long way to come for a chance like this. That much dedication, I’m sure you’ll be fine.” She shrugged. “We all keep different hours, really, but I don’t know of anyone who’s working especially late today, so you really shouldn’t have to wait much longer. There’s a lot of new people, though.” Belatedly holding out her hand, she added, “I’m Summer. Rainault. You are?”
Stiles firmly took the hand and gave it a good shake before letting go and rubbing his palms against his pants. “Stiles Stilinski. And it’s not too far. Just a day’s worth of fumes to drive with. My grandparents live like thirty minutes away, so I get to visit them too.”
“Nice to meet you, Stiles. You want some coffee or something while you wait?”
“First step in finding things: where’s the last place you saw it?”
It’s weird, how young all the models these days seem. She supposes it’s because of how old she feels, honestly.
“It was on my desk. I was looking at it and deciding on if I wanted to do something similar and now I can’t find it,” she said huffing loudly.
Summer bit her tongue briefly on her first response. “Then I guess you need to take everything off the desk, one by one, until you find it. Could someone else have taken it?”
She grinned at him, a little bit lasciviously, and stepped back to look him up and down. “Down, boy. This broken heart’s not for you to toy with.” She tossed the picture on a desk and folded her arms. “I’m a photographer, I’m interested in anybody’s body as art. You anybody’s model yet, or just hanging around here because?”
Stiles scratched his cheek idly and smiled. “Yeah, I’ve got one. But I haven’t met him just yet. The big boss man says he should be showing up soon, but I am not keeping my hopes up. Just so long as we get a shoot in before I have to bus myself back to Beacon Hills.” Stiles was actually very nervous to be meeting his photographer, and maybe that was why he was such a chaotic mess with the rest of the company employees.
“That’s a long way to come for a chance like this. That much dedication, I’m sure you’ll be fine.” She shrugged. “We all keep different hours, really, but I don’t know of anyone who’s working especially late today, so you really shouldn’t have to wait much longer. There’s a lot of new people, though.” Belatedly holding out her hand, she added, “I’m Summer. Rainault. You are?”
She shook her head, chuckling. “Some people you shouldn’t tease.” She examined the picture again. “So this isn’t you, and you don’t pose like this anyway.” Flicking her gaze back to him, she added, “/How/ old are you?”
“Some people are fun to tease though. Especially when they’re interested in a seventeen year old’s nudes.”
She grinned at him, a little bit lasciviously, and stepped back to look him up and down. “Down, boy. This broken heart’s not for you to toy with.” She tossed the picture on a desk and folded her arms. “I’m a photographer, I’m interested in anybody’s body as art. You anybody’s model yet, or just hanging around here because?”
“You know, that sounds like you encouraging me to ask if I can see.” She cocked an eyebrow. “Now who’s flirting?”
He chuckled.
“Maybe I just like being a tease? Is that a crime? Anyway, someone would have to pay me a lot more if they want nudes of this jail bait body.”
She shook her head, chuckling. “Some people you shouldn’t tease.” She examined the picture again. “So this isn’t you, and you don’t pose like this anyway.” Flicking her gaze back to him, she added, “/How/ old are you?”
