if you fall for me, i'm not easy to please

if you fall for me, i'm not easy to please by ssaarah 

“Where the hell is the other model?” I heard Tristan’s deep voice as I walked past hair and makeup.

“She was here 30 minutes early, we finished her and sent her to wardrobe.” I peeked into the room and smirked. I should have felt insulted that Tristan thought I’d be even a minute late but I was more excited by the look on his face when he found out the opposite instead.

“They weren’t ready for me yet.” I chipped in making sure to tie my robe over my lingerie a second after Tristan looked over hoping for even a tiny reaction….but no. “Who am I shooting with?”

“That would be me.” An English accent filled the room and I turned to see another model. Amalie I think her name was, I’d worked with her a few times and we exchanged pleasantries as I gave credit to Tristan’s talent at his job. Where I was fair and blonde with blue eyes she had chocolate skin and eyes like honey, though our body types were similar. The contrast between the two of us would be stunning and I felt a shot of adrenaline go through me again. I loved this. I loved my job, I loved beautiful things and beautiful scenery. It was who I was.

“Good choice.” I said smiling as she sat down in the makeup artist’s chair.

“Did you doubt me?” I looked back at him.

“You doubt me all the time.” I pointed out before the photographer’s assistant walked up to me.

“Miss Lindsell since you’re free could you do some test shots with the male model for the spread? Just lighting you don’t need to be dressed.” I nodded and Tristan followed me as I walked up to a hill overlooking a garden. The space was lovely and the air smelled like summer. I couldn’t get enough.

“The males aren’t here yet; they’re not doing the whole shoot!” Someone called out and the photographer groaned. “You!” he pointed at Tristan.

“What?” he asked, raising a brow.

“You’re shaped like a model, get in there so I can see how the light bounces off Miss Lindsell with a man behind her.” He said in a thick French accent while Tristan shook his head.

“No no. I'm not a model.” The photographer groaned and grabbed him by his shirt.

“Well I'm not asking you to be! Just stand there and hold the pretty girl to you. Can’t be that bad huh?” he shoved Tristan behind me and I felt the heat from his body radiating against me. “I said HOLD her!” he called out. “The light makes a different shadow if you just stand there like a tree!” He shouted, running around with the lighting like a mad man.  I heard Tristan curse under his breath as his arms wrapped slowly around my waist, pressing the silk fabric of my robe against my skin. To say I felt his hands everywhere? Would be an understatement.

“Sorry.” I whispered, knowing he was probably hating every second of this as I slightly arched my back against him, posing as I would regularly. His hand moved to my waist, grasping it tightly as he rearranged himself. Like it was that big of a deal to be pressed up against me. I sighed and stepped forward.

"You don't need to apologize," he said seriously….god his chest was comfortable.

"You should be the one apologizing instead," I whispered.

"What did I do?" he asked, looking over at the photographer, probably hoping he didn’t have to touch me anymore. I flipped my head over my shoulder and looked up at him.

"Are you kidding?" I asked, looking straight again as I felt his breath on my neck and felt him looking at me. "Do you like what you see?" I asked and pressed my ass up against him again, this time he actually groaned audibly. Oh my god.

"Chloe," he said flatly and grabbed my hip again, keeping me in place and making me wonder how rough he was in bed, because out of it he sure had a grip on me…..

"I've thought about making you groan before... but usually in those thoughts, we're both naked and I'm on top of you." He sucked in a breath and shook his head as if he was trying to get that image out of his head.  Most guys? Would love that image.

"Hold her," The photographer yelled again, "If I wanted you manhandling her waist? I'd tell you that." I felt Tristan scowl before he wrapped his arms back around me.  

"You're proving my point again," he said quietly and I turned my head again to give him a confused look. "You're being unprofessional."

“Says the man whose erection is pressing against my ass.” I wished I could take credit for it but the reality was that anyone pressing up against a man would cause the same reaction. Tristan was as always completely immune to me.

“My god you two is it so hard to pretend like you like each other for two minutes?!? It’s just lighting!!!”

“I'm not a fucking model….” Tristan shook his head. I let out a breath and arched against him again, trying to ignore what felt like an extremely impressive package and leaned my head back breathing into his neck as I moved into his hold that became more intimate when he wrapped his hand around to my stomach pulling my robe apart slightly.

“Better.”

“Are you wearing cologne?” I asked, the scruff on his neck so damn tempting. I wanted to lick him.

“Let me guess…it’s overpowering and making you nauseous? Well joke’s on you because I'm not wearing anything.” He replied, looking back down at me, our mouths so close together.

“Actually, I was going to say you smell really good.” I said softly, taking a second to stare into his eyes and getting actually lost in them for a minute as he tightened his hold on me. He might be hard….but we were even because I was sure I was getting wet from the way his thumb was moving up and down my stomach. I wondered if he even noticed…..I sure did. Luckily just before I was about to moan he stopped and set his palm flat.  

"I'm here," A voice announced, British and really breathy. Evie walked onto the set and Tristan literally jumped away from me. Weird. It wasn’t real for one and he wasn’t really dating her. What was he afraid of?  

"Sorry, traffic was awful," She smiled at me and brushed past to plant a soft kiss against Tristan’s lips.

"Are you modeling for me today?" She grinned, still pressed against him.

"No," he grinned and kissed her again, chastely. Sure seemed like they were together. "I was just checking in, but I have to get going."

"Stay," She said with a pout. "Please." Amalie walked out, head to toe Lanvin. Her hair was swept up in an edgy style. She was gorgeous.

"I'll stay," he said with a smile. If only he would smile at me that way….then again? Probably best he didn’t. He could melt a girl with that smile.

"Good," She grinned back then turned to look at me. "Didn't they fit you? Is there a problem with your wardrobe?"

“No we were just” Tristan started.

“I have perfect lighting!!!” The photographer called out giving us a thumbs up.

“Checking the lighting” I finished as Evie smirked.

“Photographers. They’re either womanizers or a little loopy. It’s a strange combo.” I laughed and she grabbed my hand.

“Come on I’ll fit you myself.” She pulled me away from Tristan who was being pulled away by Amalie talking about her next job. “So you like him.” She said pointedly as we walked to wardrobe.

“What?” she handed me a teal satin gown and I pulled off my robe and bra to get into it.

“Tristan. You like him.” I shrugged.

“He’s kind of an asshole.” I said cryptically. “But he is unnecessarily gorgeous.” I sighed and she laughed.

“He’s great in bed too.” She said, slipping the dress over my body and tilting her head to the side before pulling the shoulder off slightly. I groaned.

“Don’t tell me that!” I protested and she chuckled and shrugged. “I'm not trying to steal your guy away or anything….” I stopped awkwardly. “If that’s what you think.” She laughed again.

“Ha! He’s not mine at all. I mean yeah we’re sleeping together, but it’s not exclusive. If you want I can see if he’s up for a threesome.” She winked and I actually went a little red as I shook my head.

“Oh god no!” I let out. “Not that I'm not flattered but I'm sure that would only further his opinion of me that I'm a spoiled wild child who deserves to be in rehab.” I winced and that’s when Tristan peeked his head into the makeshift wardrobe room.

“Are you making the dress now Evie?” he asked her, clearly impatient. She shook her head.

“We’re ready. Chloe was just turning down my offer for a threesome with us.” She gave a fake pout and I tried not to bust out laughing at the mix of emotions on his face. Before he could say anything, Evie handed me a pair of heels and clapped her hands together.

“All right! Showtime!” I walked out to the set, loving the feel of the silk dress against my skin, the way the bright teal color made me feel decadent and lovely. I walked up to Amalie who was a perfect contrast, beautiful and edgy at the same time. An assistant turned on some music and I fell into place with Amalie, trying to feel the clothes and the scenery and the feel of all the Lanvin shoots that I had been looking up on for the past week. I hadn’t wanted to disappoint Tristan that was for sure, but I also hadn’t wanted to disappoint myself. I caught Tristan’s eye’s just for a second and I could have sworn that I saw something in them. Like respect, and then he noticed me looking but he didn’t look away. God his eyes took my breath away…..

“Beautiful Chloe!!! Just like that whatever you’re thinking your expression is perfect! Amalie a little to the left….ahh! Gold!” I swallowed, wondering what had been so transparent when I looked at him that it had come out so strong. Hell I’d like to know why I felt so strong at all. With any other man I would have been bored as hell by his bad attitude and complete disinterest in me. “We’ve got it! Come back with the second outfits in 30!” I pulled back and walked up to the food table to grab some water.

“You did good.” I turned around to look back into those eyes again and I smiled genuinely at him.

“I tried.” I replied, taking a croissant off the table and biting into it as Tristan looked at me with a brow cocked. “I’ll work it off at the gym later!” I replied offensively. He smirked.

“I'm sure you will.” He nodded. “Most models would just skip it though.” I shrugged.

“I like food. And I like working out. Luckily the two go well together.” He nodded, always cryptic. Always a man of very few words. "Do you always answer with short responses or am I particularly lucky and you just hate me?"

"I don't hate you," he said, seeming honest as he grinned slowly. "And my last response? I believe I used ten words." I just glared at him, trying to make his face less handsome with my glare. It didn’t work. Instead I smirked slowly at him.

"So you don't hate me, but you don't like me?" I bit into my bottom lip, and took a step closer to him. "Do you realize how hot the sex would be?"   I sure did…... Unless he turned out to have a really small di.ck or something. Though what I felt up against me before? Was anything but small.

"Chloe," he said flatly, nearly jumping when Evie pressed against her back pressed a slow kiss against his neck.  

"I'm staying at the Four Seasons if you're not busy afterwards," Evie whispered,  not quietly before pulling away from him as one of the assistants called out her name from across the room. "Bloody hell, I have to do everything."  I watched her go and grinned slowly. I totally understood what Tristan saw in Evie. She had crazy sex appeal.

"I wonder what would happen if I said yes to a threesome with you two."

"I've never had a threesome, don't plan on one anytime soon," Tristan said flatly.

"No? Bad at focusing your attention or are you a good boy?" I asked quietly, actually interested because I pegged him as a threesome guy.

"Do I seem like a good boy to you, Chloe?" he asked seriously, before reaching his hand out to brush against my breasts. My god. Did he just love teasing me?! "That gowns worth more than you're getting paid. It'd be a good idea if you changed before eating."

“More than I'm getting paid?” I smirked. “Doubtful. Plus it was a gift from your girlfriend. She said I looked so amazing in it it would be a sin not to give it to me.” He widened his eyes but recovered quickly as usual.

“She’s-“ he started but I held up a hand.

“Not your girlfriend. Yes yes.” I took a step closer to him and tilted my head to the side. “You’ve really never had a threesome?” I asked. He shook his head.

“Nope.” I made a face and shrugged.

“You seem like the type.” I said seriously. A guy who had more than one girlfriend and they all knew about each other? Definitely.

“I'm not very good at sharing.” He said simply, in his same monotonous voice that he used whenever he was around me.

“Your girls are though.” I smirked and he ran his tongue over his lips as if he was trying to think of what to say as I leaned even closer to him. “I'm with you though…I like focusing on one person. How that person feels, how I make them feel…..exactly how to drive them crazy….that’s the best part.” I almost whispered the last sentence.

“Chloe…” he trailed off and I tilted my head to the side and widened my eyes.

“You say my name a lot.” I pointed out.

“You make me have to warn you a lot.” He said instead, swallowing thickly and taking a step away from me.

“It’s probably a good thing I said no to Evie’s offer. Like I said I only like to focus on one person. You’d get totally left out.” I winked at him and then headed back to wardrobe for my second fitting. I really should just give up. But I wasn’t really the give up type of girl now was I? I slipped out of the teal gown and hung it up next to my clothes before slipping into a low cut blue number, gorgeous and would make my eyes stand out more than usual. I bent over to take off my heels when I heard a low groan from bend me. I tossed my head over my shoulder, stepping into the dress and looking at Tristan. Huh. Well that didn’t seem like he was immune. And why the hell did he follow me?

"Did you come to argue more or are you here to zip me up," I stood back up and I could feel his eyes on me. It was making my whole body hot. I bit my lip and cocked a brow at him, motioning towards my dress.  You can stare all you'd like, but it's not going to zip itself..."

"I didn't know you were changing," he said unintelligently but stepped closer, zipping the dress up slowly, his fingers skimming my back and making me suck in a breath at his warm touch.

"You didn't like what you saw?"  I asked quietly, keeping my head turned and my eyes on him. Tristan  narrowed his eyes as I sighed, "You don't need to like me... but if you like what you see-"

"Have some self respect," he cut me off. I blinked as I took in his words. And how much they hurt. "That didn't come out right."

"Ouch," I swallowed as I said it, trying not to reel from the honesty of what he had said. I didn’t have self respect. Hell I faked every ounce of confidence I had, how the hell was he able to see that?

"I didn't mean it," he tried, standing in the same place as I slipped into a new pair of heels.

"No?" I asked, avoiding his eyes because I didn’t want him to know what his words had done to me. If he was trying to hurt me? He had succeeded. "It just slipped out? Am I the only one you're such an as,shole to?" He parted his lips, leaving them as if he was about to speak for so long before he actually did.

 "I'm sorry,"  I shook my head.

“No. You’re not. If you were sorry you’d change.” I said seriously taking a step closer to him, praising god for my heels since it made me almost eye level with him. Not quite, but still.

“You know I like as.sholes. I'm super attracted to them. Nearly every single guy I’ve been with has been one. It’s a character flaw I guess. But you know what?” I swallowed. “I think I'm done with you.” Tristan didn’t say anything and I let the temptation of him get to me as I slowly reached my hand up, running my fingers through his hair. He flinched, but didn’t move away as I slid my hand down his neck, running my thumb over his lips and then moving my hand down his hard chest before pulling away. “You really are one of the most gorgeous men I’ve ever seen….and that’s saying something.” I admitted, stepping back. “I give up. You don’t have to worry about me anymore.” I paused as I grabbed my water bottle. “I mean you still have to worry about my career, but I pay you for that.” I winked and walked out of the room, turning left and feeling him watching me.

“Chloe.” I turned and gave him a half hearted smile.

“You know if you keep following me it’s going to give me seriously mixed signals.” He swallowed and stared at me for a few seconds. Damn I’d give anything to read his mind.

“The next shoot is to your right.” He said finally and I nodded.

“Oh I know. I think I'm going to take a few minutes to myself.” I ran my tongue over my lips as the wind blew my hair over my face and I pushed it away. “You know ….try to find some of that self-respect you were talking about.” And then I was walking away. And this time? He didn’t follow me. Thank god.