Eric was blushing as he fumbled through the drawer for her photo order. His pink cheeks only made him cuter. He was a rugged looking guy, but very shy. Jenny leaned against the counter, in her tight jeans and stiletto slides, and a "Damn Sexy" tank top from Hips and Curves. She bit her bottom lip. She was probably making him nervous with this outfit. She always came to this little film shop for her pictures–usually, after work, when she was a little more conservatively dressed. But tonight, she wanted to pick up her pictures before she met Laura out for drinks. She hadn’t deserted her film camera for digital, and Eric always did a great job with the rolls and rolls of film she brought in.
His hands were shaking as he slid the pack of photos across the counter to her. "This was quite an...interesting batch, Jenny."
She couldn’t remember which ones she had dropped off. She slid the pictures out, and there she was, posing in her new Cami-Boy short set. She and Laura had taken photos of their new purchases from Hips and Curves to see just how good they really did look.
"Oh, yes. These pictures. My friend and I had a fun little photo session." They’d gone through a bottle of wine that night, and she didn’t remember exactly what shots they had taken. She remembered them both laughing and having a blast.
Eric swiped the back of his hand across his forehead. "Um, yes. The two of you looked, um. Wow. Very engaging order."
She smiled at him as he blushed, and shoved his hands in his pockets. "Well, let’s see how they turned out," she said in a breathy, teasing voice. She pulled them out of the envelope and spread them across the counter. 27 pictures of her in Laura showing off their latest Hips and Curves order.
>>>"That one’s nice," he said, pulling out a picture of Jenny dancing in a black lace dress.
"Oh, you like the Spanish Inquisition Dress?"
He nodded, and she heard him swallow hard. "Are you a model or something?"
She laughed. "We just have fun dressing up. I’m not a model, though."
"You should be. The camera loves you."
"Are you a photographer?"
He nodded. "I’d love to...if you ever wanted..."
She leaned across the counter toward him. "Do you want to take my picture, Eric?" she whispered.
He cleared his throat and nodded. "Sure, next time you and your friend ever want to try on your outfits..."
"Hmm, we’re getting together tonight. Want to meet us out for drinks? Then we could go back to my place."
He let out a deep breath. "I’ve got my camera in back. I’ll stop by after we close up at nine."
A trickle of sweat slid down his temple.
"Any special outfit requests?" she gestured to the pictures.
He immediately reached for a photo. "This one was my favorite of the whole bunch." It was Jenny, brandishing a feather duster in her Maid for Fun costume.
"Why don’t you keep this one, Eric, for a little inspiration?" She handed it to him and their fingers brushed. She expected Eric to jerk his hand away. He didn’t. His eyes swept over her figure-clinging outfit and he stared at her. Apparently there was more to Eric than met the eye.
"Meet us at the Pub on Main Street later?"
"With camera in hand."
"It’ll be interesting to see how this night develops, Eric." And she sauntered out the door with a swing to her beautiful hips.
By:
Francesca Love
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