later that night...

I decided to quit before I dug myself into a deeper hole and bid the supermodel farewell.

Later that night the incident was still on my mind as I approached the hotel bar. I had always prided myself on being a professional, even around the world’s most beautiful women. To make such a rookie move with one of the models I found most attractive, let alone on her first shoot, was beyond embarassing. On the bright side at least she was a real diva and complained to get me fired.

“If it isn‘t googly eyes” for the second time in one day, the voice broke me from my thoughts.

I turned to my left and sure enough two seats over was Miranda Kerr, sipping her drink slowly as she looked back at me. Immediately I felt the embarassment washing over me again. She was still wearing her outfit from earlier, the island chill not seeming to bother her.

“What are the chances we run into each other again?” she questioned, to my relief a grin was on her lips.

“Well considering we work together on a fairly small crew, I’d say pretty high” I replied, smiling myself.

The Aussie let out a chuckle and took another sip of her drink. The seemingly lightened mood was easing away my tension, something I was much grateful for and slowly felt a boldness coming over me. “So what are you drinking?” I asked, having not ordered my own drink yet.

“Are you buying?” she inquired, raising an eyebrow.

“Naturally.”

“Well in that case, sex on the beach” I did my best to not let my imagination get the best of me with that statement. It was just the drink she was having.

After ordering our drinks I turned towards her, feeling the need to apologize. “Listen,uh, I’m really sorry about earlier today…it was unprofessional of me.”

To my surprise, Miranda merely waved me off. “Don’t worry about it. There was no harm done; besides I can be a bit grumpy at morning shoots.”

I laughed, relieved to be forgiven, “Aren’t we all.”

“I don’t know, you seemed pretty awake” what she was hinting at wasn’t lost on me, especially when she briefly glanced downwards. I wasn’t sure what to make of it; whether I should feel proud and turned on or embarassed. Luckily our drinks arrived to save me.

A few drinks later and we were stumbling and giggling out of the bar. The **** had clearly hit the model harder, but I wasn’t exactly a shining example of sobriety. Stumble by stumble I guided us towards the elevators.

“No, no, no…no” Miranda suddenly said, causing me to stop abruptly. “Take..take me to the beach”

I couldn’t help but laugh drunkenly at her statement, wondering if she forgot what time it was. “It’s time for bed, Miranda.”

I nearly jumped out of my pants when I felt her hand massaging my groin and suddenly growing hardness. “But I want to go to the beach” she said, a seductive purr in her voice as she looked into my eyes.