Trust Me (44 page)

Behind
the camera was a closed door and Miing motioned toward it, holding up three large hunter green shopping bags that read
Mystic Moments
in gold lettering.

“You
change now?” she asked Sandra, who glanced to Creighton.

“You
said you wanted an erotic portrait, remember?” he said. “This is the best, most secure location I could think of to give you what you wanted.”

“What
is all of this?” she asked taking the bags the oriental woman handed her before she stepped out of the room and closed the door.

“Special
outfits I want you to wear for your pictures,” he said in a deep seductive tone. “I want you to relax and enjoy yourself.”

“I
don’t know if I can go through with this,” she admitted honestly. Creighton pulled her into his warm embrace, kissing her forehead.

“You
have come so far today, my love,” he told her gently. “Don’t stop now. You wanted a portrait, and I couldn’t agree more. I’ll be right here and I promise I won’t leave unless you want me to.”

“No!”
she nearly shouted. “I can’t do this without you.” Creighton chuckled, kissing her cheek.

“Go
change. I want you in the violet outfit first, with the stockings and sandals.” He kissed her lips briefly, before turning her toward the closed door and patting her bottom.

Sandra
stepped through the door behind the camera and set the bags down. The room was not very large, but sufficient with a long vanity and lighted mirror for makeup application; a settee for comfort and several coat hooks to hanging clothes on. The walls were encased in mirrors so she could examine their reflection from every angle.

She
pulled the items out of the bags and hung them on the hooks. There was a black and red silk teddy, a pale pink negligee and robe, two pairs of thigh-high hose; one dark and the other a suntan and two lacy garters; one sky blue the other a bright sunflower yellow. There was a bra and panty set of see-through beige and lace, a pair of clear high-heeled sandals with crystal straps and the violet outfit Creighton asked her to put on first. It was a silk bustier with lace edging, a matching pair of thong type panties and a floor-length robe with a silk ribbon to hold it closed at the breast. It was beautiful and soft and Sandra blushed, quickly undressing. She slipped the outfit across her slender frame, then slid on the lighter stockings and stepped into the sandals.

She
was excited and anxious to see Creighton’s expression when he saw her. She looked into the many mirrors and smiled; she looked beautiful and slightly frightened, but more than that she saw the carefree expression settle across her well made-up face. She wanted this; she wanted to feel sexy and right now she hoped Cathy didn’t approve.

For
the first time in her life, she wanted to do something so outrageous and wild that she would look back on the day and smile. On the other side of that door waited a very special man who had been able to see into her soul and bring her out of her shell. It was for him that she wore this slinky, seductive outfit. It was for him that she opened the door, drew a deep breath and stepped out of the room.

Creighton
stood patiently waiting next to the chaise lounge for her, a seductive grin curving his full lips as he inspected her. Sandra blushed when she saw the dark, erotic look in his eyes and felt her heart begin to skip.

“You
are beyond breathtaking,” he told her, raising her left hand to kiss her knuckles. “This is one day I will never forget.”

“Me
too,” she whispered. Creighton smiled, picking up the boxes he brought with them from the jewelry store and handed them to her.

“These
are for you,” he said watching Sandra narrow her eyes. She took the three boxes and opened the larger square one. Inside the dark blue velvet interior was a beautiful garland style diamond and platinum necklace; sixteen inches long with leaves of emerald and diamond shaped peddled flowers. The floral design wound around each other like a vine and up to the clasp, a large five-karat pear shaped diamond hung from the center. Sandra sighed and gently touched the diamond, glancing back up to Creighton.

“I
can’t wear anything like this,” she said softly. “It’s far too much.”

“So
are you,” he said, tipping her chin to look into her eyes. “You have filled my life with hope and love. You are as rare and beautiful as these stones.”

Sandra’s
eyes filled with tears as he leaned into her and kissed her. “Please accept these as my gift of our time together.” He reached into the box and removed the necklace, slipping it around her slender neck, fastening it. He smiled contently as he examined it against her delicate skin, then took the long narrow box and opened it, removing the diamond and sapphire bracelet she had admired.

“You
liked this one, right?” She nodded with an excited smile. He slipped the delicate strand of jewels around her wrist and fastened it before taking the last box, handing it to her. She shook it and drew a deep breath, slipping the lid off. She knew he had purchased the diamond earrings she had looked at and sighed when she saw them shrouded by the velvet lining.

“So
if I had admired the crown jewels, would you buy them as well?” Creighton shrugged his shoulders as he removed the earrings from the box.

“If
you want them, I’ll see if the Queen is willing to sell them,” he said, and she laughed removing the first set of earrings he had given and slipped the new ones into her lobes.

“You
really have to stop spending so much money on me,” she argued, walking to the mirror in the opposite corner, admiring her reflection.

“Why?”
he asked boldly, stepping up behind her. “I like spending money on the people I love; I’ve told you this. It’s a habit and I don’t change my habits very easily.”

“Even
if it bothers me?” Creighton drew a deep breath and turned her around to look into her bright green eyes.

“I
don’t want to do anything you don’t like, but when I know you want something or need something I will not deny you. If you are willing to be patient with me, I promise to learn to be a little more frugal.” Sandra laughed at the child-like irritation in his expression.

“You
are such an enigma,” she told him kissing his lips as the door opened. Miing walked into the room, following an oriental man, not much taller or older than she was. He was thin and wore a pair of Buddy Holly style glasses. He smiled friendly at the couple and bowed to Creighton.

“Good
to see you again. You well?” the man asked; his English as broken as his wife’s.

“I’m
great, thank you. Chang, this is my fiancée Sandra Dennis.” The man bowed to her and quickly inspected her appearance.

“Good
color,” he said, glancing around the studio. “What you want to start with?” he asked Creighton.

“The
lounge?” Creighton asked Sandra, who blushed scarlet, but nodded softly. Chang walked toward the camera, inspecting it and adjusting the settings. Miing moved the umbrella around as her husband issued instructions in Chinese. The man brought a strange box to Sandra’s face and clicked it as Creighton stepped back. Chang looked at the little box and clicked it again, stepping back to the camera to continue adjusting the settings.

“Good,
look nice,” the small man said issuing instructions to his wife.

“You
sit please,” Miing asked her and the photo shoot began.

Sandra
lounged on the chaise; then sat up, moved from one end to the other, stood beside it and even posed across the back. Several flashes of the camera later and Chang stopped, saying something to his wife who began to move the camera to another spot in the room.

“You
change now?” Miing asked and Sandra glanced to Creighton.

“Which
outfit now?” Creighton glanced to where Chang was setting up his camera.

“The
black and red teddy,” he told her. “Keep the jewelry on.” She hurried back to the dressing room and changed her outfit, quickly slipping into the teddy, matching nylons and sandals. When she returned, Creighton was waiting near the Greek column; wearing only a black pair of tight boxer briefs. Sandra’s eyes widened; he was a magnificent work of art with his sculptured chest and long muscular legs. He looked like Adonis standing in front of the pillar, and she found herself blushing when she looked into his dark eyes, knowing she had seen her checking him out.

“Thought
maybe we could do a few poses together,” he told her, reaching for her hand and pulling her into his warm embrace. Sandra accepted his kiss, tangling her tongue with his, battling and sparring until she moaned.

“Easy,
my love,” he whispered. “We won’t be here long, and I promise to answer your needs as soon as we’re back at the hotel.” Sandra smiled, resting her head against his chest.

“This
good,” Chang said and stepped up in front of them, camera in hand. “Stay there. I take picture like this.” He moved the two of them around slightly so the surroundings were perfect and began snapping the camera as Sandra nestled against Creighton’s warm chest. Several moments later and she found herself leaning against the column, while Creighton stood behind her, his arms around her waist, his face pressed against her hair.

Half
an hour passed before Chang nodded his head and Miing began to move the camera to another area of the studio. Sandra felt dizzy and slightly frustrated. She had Creighton’s strong warm hands on her body but was not able to feel the satisfaction she had grown so accustomed to.

“Yo
u
chang
e
now,
”
Miin
g
sai
d
a
s
sh
e
move
d
th
e
umbrell
a
towar
d
he
r
husband
.
Sandr
a
dre
w
a
dee
p
breat
h
an
d
looke
d
t
o
Creighton.

“Th
e
pant
y
set,
”
h
e
tol
d
her
,
kissin
g
th
e
tende
r
ski
n
behin
d
he
r
ear
.
Sandr
a
moane
d
softl
y
a
s
sh
e
turne
d
receiving a pat on her botto
m
.
“N
o
stocking
s
thi
s
time
,
jus
t
yo
u
an
d
th
e
set,
”
h
e
ordered.

Sh
e
quickl
y
change
d
outfit
s
an
d
hurrie
d
bac
k
t
o
th
e
diml
y
li
t
room
,
findin
g
Creighto
n
standin
g
nea
r
th
e
gold-lea
f
mirror
.
Sh
e
walke
d
towar
d
hi
m
an
d
watche
d
hi
s
eye
s
widen
.
Th
e
outfi
t
wa
s
slightl
y
to
o
small
,
makin
g
he
r
breast
s
strai
n
agains
t
th
e
thi
n
fabric; the outline of her nipples and areola visible beneath the lace covering.