A Taste of Spring
Chapter 19
It took longer than Spring realized to get the house cleaned and now she was running late. She hurried by a man, bumping into him as she passed by. "Sorry," Spring called over her shoulder. She paused long enough to give him a sympathetic smile before continuing on her way.
"You're late," Brandi said, just as Spring plopped down in the seat across from her in the waiting room.
"Almost late," Spring choked out, as she tried to catch her breath. She knew that Brandi, a light skinned beauty with short light coiled hair, sultry eyes, and full lips, was gorgeous but... (Wow.)
Brandi gave her a hard stare for several seconds before she half smiled. "It's fine,". She handed Spring a mini bottle of water. "The receptionist says that Mr. Spencer is running late too. So, get your game face on so we can do this."
Spring took a sip of water and tried to relax as she peered over Brandi's shoulder to look at the receptionist who hadn't even acknowledged her.
"Thank you," she said to Brandi after catching her breath.
Thank God Brandi isn't a bitch, Spring thought as she took another sip of the water. She hated working with ego-bitches.
"Have you worked with Mr. Spencer-"
the receptionist said with a hint of snark, interrupting
mouthed the same words the receptionist spoke.
their feet and followed the receptionist. She hoped that Mr. Spencer was nice and not one of those arrogant perfectionist photographers. Suddenly feeling hot all
were laughing so hard that neither of them realized that they had walked into the studio. Spring's laughter died when she noticed the silence. Her wide eyes
(Oh, my!)
no shadows hid him today. He was tall, dirty blond, and even from across the room she could tell
of business." The receptionist's shrill tone broke Spring's uncomfortable staring contest with the
to her full height. Her attention swung from Spring to the receptionist with a
front of her. He was tall but thin. His hair was a mass of loose curls
don't goad my models," a deep voice said, so quietly that if the room hadn't been surprised into silence, Spring
in the room, focused on Mr. Spencer. He wasn't looking at Mel, the receptionist, but was facing away from them. His hands were busy
if a God had spoken. No one moved. No one said a word. For several seconds you could hear a pin hit the floor. It wasn't until Mr. Spencer moved to a table
Spring and motioned for her and Brandi
looked a little paler and seemed
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