The Hell with Loyalty

Autumn reached back and took his hand where she pulled it up around her exposed midsection.
She tilted her head back, “So where are you heading?”
“Brooklyn?”
“Girlfriend? Wife?”
He grinned, “Sister. You?”
“I’m going to Brooklyn too. Going back home.”
“I feel ya.”
Autumn turned around to look at him. If she had any doubts about how gorgeous he is then they were quickly confirmed. The man is beautiful, at least 6’5” and blessed with muscles over muscles.
“Model?” She asked him. He looked surprised by the question.
“Who?”
“You.”
“Oh no. Not me.”
“You look like the model type.”
“Nah, I’m just a mechanic from Long Island.”
“A mechanic?”
“Yup.”
“I would’ve never figured you for a mechanic.”
“Neither would I, but that’s what my dad does.”
“So his shop is in Manhattan?”
“No. Westbury.”
“So what brings you into the city?”
“I was in Harlem checking out my new place. I’m getting some work done on it.”
“You live in Harlem and work on Long Island?”
“Not exactly. I’m a music engineer.”
“Ah, yeah. I knew you were too cute to be a mechanic.”
“Trust me. I still put in a lot of time. Waiting for that big break.”
“I understand. So what does your wife do?”
“Not married.”
“Girlfriend? No.”
“I see.”
“So what do you do?”
“I am a writer and a photographer.”
“Dual threat huh?”
“Something like that.”
“Do you model?”
“Oh please!” She said blushing as they shared flirting smiles. “But that’s what I want to ask you about. Do you have a hour or so? I want to try and convince you to let me take some pictures of you.”
“Now I’m scared.”
“Trust me. I won’t bite.” She said with a grin.