Wait For Me

Savannah rushed through the pristine clear doors, not even noticing the glint of the silver letters ‘MA’ as she shuttled past. She was late. Savannah Matthews was never late. As she flew past the work stations and passed out coffee, several ‘thank yous’ whizzed by her. She had no time to absorb them because today was the day she had been waiting for. It was the start of the summer photo shoot for the new edition of their magazine. Although it was only the end of winter, these things needed time to prosper and revise, something Savannah should take note of in her own life.

Ever since accepting her fashion internship, the past weeks had flown by as Savannah was thrown into a new world and lifestyle. It was a drastic change from her quaint hometown. It was a drastic change from creating designs in her bedroom. It was a drastic change being away from Ash-, no! Not today. She was not going there. There was nowhere to go with that. They were over and she was moving up and away from that pigheaded asswipe.

While turning a corner, she pulled out the itinerary for the day. This would refocus her onto the actual important aspects of her life. After the first morning session, the whole group was supposed to go out for lunch and return to the studio to finish up after. Savannah went through her list, mentally checking off all the necessities for today. Everything was going to go smoothly she told herself, it had to if she wanted to prove to Mary Anne she deserved this internship.

“Now why is my favorite intern sitting here looking all worked up?”

Savannah didn’t even have to glance up to know who it came from.

“Chase, I’m the only intern. And some of us actually do work around here,” she told him teasingly. Chase had been coming onto her since her first week at Mary Anne fashion industries. He was definitely cute and all, with a boyish charm that reminded her of a high school quarterback, but that was what she needed to steer clear from. She was putting all her energy into this internship, at least everything that was left after her ex broke her.

“Ouch,” he replied while faking being hurt by her insult, “Come on, you know all this doesn’t come for free.” Chase proceeded to flaunt his toned arms. Savannah’s eyes traitorously followed his movements, and although they enjoyed the view, she felt nothing more. Rolling her eyes, she noted the time and gathered her materials for the shoot.

“Shouldn’t you be prepping all that for Libby? I know she won’t be happy to find her model wandering around when he should be getting ready.” With that, Chase’s eyes widened in feigned worry and he shot her a wink before rushing to the studio.

Savannah followed soon after, hoping that her boss lived up to the idol she had created in her head. Entering the studio, she was finally able to calm down a little. This was her playing field, and no matter what, she knew that she landed this job for a reason. She had talent and this was her passion. A small group of photographers and extra hands were gathered off to the side, but other than that it seemed that things hadn’t gotten rolling yet. Savannah took this time to really take in her surroundings, and her eyes almost did a double take on what they found.

Standing apart from the group was a man. He stood confident and calm. She didn’t recognize him, but it felt like she had seen him somewhere. He had to be a model, that much was certain. With his lean, muscular build, to his sharp jaw and twinkling blue eyes, he fit the bill to a tee. His hair looked soft and had a shine to it, she wanted to feel it drift between her fingers. This man was a presence that could not be overlooked. He emanated masculinity but had a touch of serenity that balanced out the heat that began to overwhelm her. Who was he? She wanted to know. She wanted to know what this man had that separated him from others. She wanted to know why he was now staring at her with some unknown message in his eyes.

She whipped around and pretended to busy herself with organizing the individual itineraries for the staff. She double-checked the beverages at the snack bar and unfolded a couple napkins before realizing she was undoing her work. Seeing that her hands were slightly shaking, she closed her eyes and inhaled deeply. There was no way some hot fucker was going to ruin her mojo for the day. She was just going to have to get over that little distraction—even if her mind had already begun mentally undressing the man of his tight white tee.

Shit shit shit. Okay he’s hot, so what? Chase is hot and you ignore him every day!

With a little pep talk, she decided to join the group as it looked like more had congregated together now. They were discussing one of the Jenner’s latest shoots and how monopolized the head fashion companies were becoming by famous celebrities. That was part of why Savannah chose to intern at Mary Anne. Although it was a smaller corporation, they were genuine and took pride in their products. It was a respected brand known mostly by rural and suburban areas, including the one she was from. Savannah would rather work for a woman like Mary Anne than a top producer that put out clothing for the sole purpose of money.

As invested in the conversation as she was, she couldn’t help sneaking a glance at the man from before. He still remained on the outskirts of the group, seeming to comprehend the discussion, but choosing not to intervene. Her investigation was soon put to an end as he once again caught her in the midst of checking him out. This time the corner of his mouth seemed to smirk, but Savannah didn’t allow herself to look long enough to tell. She needed to get ahold of herself! Where was the razor-sharp focus she had been in for the last three weeks? They weren’t for nothing. They weren’t to waste over some guy!

Her thoughts were broken up as the final crew arrived on scene, including the Mary Anne.

There were no words to describe her. She was beautiful, of course. There was an inviting, soothing air that seemed to float from her. Savannah involuntarily took a step forward to the invigorating woman before her. Even more surprising, she was coming right for Savannah!

“It’s a pleasure to finally meet you Savannah, I cannot tell you how much I appreciate you coming here to work with us,” Mary Anne greeted her.

Savannah could not believe the humility and sincereness that was rooted in her words. She expected a more intimidating figure, but Mary Anne was nothing but regal. Already, an immense amount of respect was felt for her boss.

“It’s truly my pleasure Mary Anne. I have followed your work for so long and I hope to learn and grow while I am here with you,” Savannah replied earnestly.

Upon hearing a chuckle, they both turned to face the rude interrupter. It was none other than the man from before.

“Carter!” Mary Anne burst out, “Why, I didn’t know you would be around today. Are you here to—” she was cut off once again by him.

“Model, of course,” he said with an imploring look. Sweet Jesus, his voice had her scrambling for composure.

Mary Anne seemed taken aback, but then a smile of pure happiness overtook her as she clapped her hands together. Savannah couldn’t get over the fact that this Carter guy had obviously been laughing at her! What did he think was so funny? And why did he make Mary Anne so happy? And why did his voice have to be so deep and melodic?

For some reason she kept getting worked up over Carter while the crew began to set up. Some of the photographers ran practice shots and adjusted their cameras as Mary Anne gave the group a rundown of the summer shoot. Savannah was mostly there to shadow Mary Anne and record notes for the morning. Too bad that meant having a front row seat to the show that Carter was about to put on. And holy hell, was it about to be one in a million.

Savannah had underestimated how much she had to learn about this business. From the models and photographers, to lighting and atmosphere, she was relieved to have a break. Refreshing herself with a glass of water, Mary Anne checked in with her. She was grateful that her boss took the time to review her notes and add comments to some. It made her task seem important and gave her the validation she wanted.

As she returned to her spot that had a full view of the shoot, she almost couldn’t reign in her gasp as she saw Carter had now taken the previous model’s place. All thoughts of notes seemed to evaporate from her mind as she set her pen down next to her notepad. While the other models had been experienced, Carter brought a natural aura to his photos. He simply had the talent.

Savannah began to squirm in her seat as she continued eyeing him up. When he brought his thumb up to swipe his bottom lip, she audibly sighed, and she was pretty sure she wasn’t the only one. Carter continued on raking his hands through his hair, but then he looked Savannah dead in the eyes. For a second, she froze.

Carter proceeded to take her in from head to toe. Not allowing for any misinterpretation of his thoughts. He liked what he saw, he wanted what he saw. His look burned her in the most carnal way. A way she thought she would never feel again.

Then, if there were any doubt left in Savannah’s mind, he licked his lips before rising and striding out of the studio.

Savannah was left with no notes, and no fucking idea how she was going to finish the day with her soaked panties.