Kate Upton

As I shut the door behind me, I pause to absorb the vision of Kate Upton seated across from my desk. Her body is a masterpiece, encased in a grey suit and skirt that clings to her every curve like a second skin. The designer of that suit deserves a goddamn award—for creating something that highlights her figure so exquisitely. The white button-down blouse she wears underneath is crisp and fitted, and despite my best efforts, I feel my heart beating just a little faster. Her hair is tied back casually with a hair tie, a few strands framing her face, adding to her effortless allure. She looks like a fucking dream.

There's an aura about her, a confidence and a grace that makes her even more alluring. I’ve seen clips of her photoshoots, and she exudes a fun, approachable demeanor that complements everything else about her. I’ve always wanted to collaborate with her, and I hope that today is the day I get to call her a client and colleague.

The office air conditioning is blasting, and I can see the goosebumps forming on her skin, her nipples hardening and pushing against the thin fabric of her blouse. I take a deep breath, determined to keep my composure.

"Hello, Ms. Upton," I say, taking my seat across from her. I extend a hand, and she meets it with a firm grip, her fingers arching slightly in a demurely confident gesture. A mix of authority and appeal that's, strangely, intoxicating. "Please call me Kate," she responds, her lip gloss glowing under my natural office lights. Her voice is smooth, and I can feel the vibration of it in my chest.

"Then please call me Joe," I reply, my voice steady, determined to remain professional. I've earned my reputation as a respectful and easy-to-work-with photographer. I've earned every bit of trust I've gotten over the years. I'd hate to get labeled a "bad boy," but I refuse to be thought of as a pervert and be blacklisted. I adjust the tie Emily gave me and continue, "So, Kate, what can I do for you today?" I ask, leaning back in my chair, trying to act casual, but my mind is racing. Kate smiles, all business, but I wonder if I'm just seeing a spark in her eye that telling me she's feeling the tension too.