Part Two

A tall thirty-six-year-old woman with pale, white skin, curly, dark brown hair and blue eyes with a slender figure with full, large breasts and a curvy ass wrapped up in a blouse and a pair of jeans adjusted the shoulder strap of flustered blonde's arm.

“Relax Fleur,” Mera Grayson told a twenty-three-year-old model with dirty-blonde hair, light-grey eyes with a slender body with medium-sized breasts highlighted by the cleavage of the gown she was wearing before turning to the seamstress. "I think we could cut some of the fabric from the bottom. Fleur has fantastic legs, it'd be a shame for us not to showcase them." Mera commented to the seamstress.

"Not without risking these sequins unravelling," The seamstress mumbled as her knuckles brushed Fleur’s thigh as she lifted the hem higher, causing the blonde model to flinch. "And if we raise the dress higher we risk her flashing the audience,"

"Would that be a bad thing? It'd make the headlines." Peter said as he leaned against the doorframe, his sudden appearance and voice causing Fleur to jump, almost tearing fabric near her amazing round ass.

"Tempting, but we prefer to make headlines for the right reasons, not the wrong ones." Mera said, not looking at her son as she plucked a loose sequin from Fleur’s hipbone. "What are you doing here, sweetie? I didn't think you cared much for fashion." Mera told her son as she turned to the seamstress. "I think we should cut it up to here," Mera suggested as she looked at her son.

"I came with Adrianna earlier. You know she enjoys this sort of thing so I thought I'd check in, I know you've been working hard for this week." Peter said as he entered the room.

"Working hard?" Mera chuckled, as she tucked a stray curl behind her ear, her palm resting briefly against Fleur’s lower back, straightening the model. "I'm stressed more like."

"You shouldn't be. You've been working runways since before I was born. Designing dresses should be easy." Peter responded as he watched as the seamstress kneel, pinning Fleur’s gown higher, exposing more of the model’s toned leg to make the necessary adjustments.

"Designing dresses is easy." Mera said as she indicated to a loose thread near Fleur's hipbone. "It's the audience I worry about. They can..." Mera paused. "... be harsh."

"True," Peter replied, unable to help himself and eye the beautiful blonde’s body in the dress his mother had designed. "People judge ruthlessly. But you'll be fine. As will... sorry, I don't know your name..." Peter said as he looked up at the blonde’s face.

"Fleur Larsen." Fleur Larsen answered instantly as her eyes darted between Peter and Mera.

"Well, Fleur Larsen..." Peter said with a smile as he leaned against a desk. "... Anyone judging you harshly tonight has never seen beauty before. Are you new to the company? I don't recognise you."

"She’s with us for Fashion Week. Fresh talent." Mera answered before Fleur could. "The company poached her from an agency in Europe."

"Europe?" Peter said as he looked at the blonde who nodded in agreement. "Explains why I haven’t seen that face around. Trust me, I'd remember." Peter added, causing Fleur to blush.

"Can you stop flirting with the talent, sweetie?" Mera directed at her son. "Besides, don't you have a girlfriend?"

"Naomi and I split up a while ago. Besides, we weren't anything serious." Peter sighed.

"Not serious?" Mera said as she looked at the high-heels laid out on the tables. "You were inseparable last month."

"Naomi moved on. It was her choice." Peter shrugged.

"That’s the fourth girl this year alone,” Mera sighed before adding on. “That I know about. Peter, honey..."

"What?" Peter said as he looked at his mother. "You’re going to give me a lecture about dating life? Right here?"

"Someone should." Mera said as she picked up a pair of high-heels and handed it to Fleur. "I forget how similar you are to your father. He too got around before we married."

"Got around? Isn't that what we're supposed to do? Sow wild oats while we’re young?" Peter wondered as he watched Fleur put on the heels.

"Maybe? I’m not saying don’t, it’s just I thought I raised you better than just sowing wild oats." Mera admitted.

"I'm not just doing that. I did have some serious girlfriends. You remember Hannah and Kate, don't you?" Peter reminded his mother.

"Hannah lasted four weeks. Kate was two if I recall." Mera said before adding on. "And the ones before that. I don’t think it lasted long enough to be called girlfriends,” Mera said before answering the unspoken question. “I know more about your love life than you think, sweetie. Adrianna tells me a lot."

"Of course, AC does. Gossip is like second nature to her," Peter said as he thought about his adoptive sister, the thought reminding him of the bet they had recently made and even thought of winning, seeing Adrianna in lingerie and perhaps even doing more.

"She worries. We both do." Mera admitted, pulling Peter from his thoughts. "No one is denying you having your fun but you should try and meet a nice girl. Just because you're young doesn't mean you can't meet the love of your life now."

Peter glanced at Fleur, taking in the stunning blonde as he thought more about the bet but also taking in his mother’s words. He knew she was right and he knew deep down he wanted to settle and meet the right girl he could spend his life with but he also knew he wasn’t in a rush to do so either. "Well, you never know, I could meet the girl whilst having my fun." Peter said with a smile.