Model Behavior

CH. 1: Takeout

Zac Hanson always wanted more when he was growing up. This lust for the next level of whatever he was pursuing had made him successful, but had also made him quite cocky. At 30 years old he was the lead photographer for ITZ Magazine; the leading fashion magazine in three countries. His team was considered the best and it made him proud.

A key part of this team was Allyson. She had been fascinated by the beauty world her entire life and learned by going to cosmetology school while still in high school. In the days before Youtube the best way to research was to travel, take classes and experiment. It was on one of these trips that she met Zac and became part of his team. She was in New York working as an assistant to a prominent stylist. When the stylist fell ill Allyson stepped in transforming the model into a gorgeous specimen. Once Zac saw the makeup he immediately fell in love with her creativity and hired her on the spot as a permanent member of the team.

Allyson loved watching Zac work. He had a way of making his subjects feel like the most important person in the room. She loved hearing his camera click away as he praised the teen jumping around to club music. "You're gorgeous, Kate. Look over your shoulder now and give me one of those killer looks of yours." Of course the teen obliged and it was an easy shoot. Hours later he was editing the photos at home when there was a knock on the door. Allyson had come to his apartment to bring Zac dinner. It had been a long day and she knew better than anyone that he could go days without eating if he really got into a groove with work. He opened the door and when he saw the brunette he gave a toothy grin and relieved her of the bag. "Thank you Ally. You're a saint!" he said, kissing her on he cheek and pulling her in. She hated the nickname Ally, but for whatever reason she loved it when Zac called her that.

Several beers and some fortune cookies later, Allyson found herself talking and sitting on Zac's couch watching Star Wars. The beer made her sleepy and she was about to drift off when she heard clicking and saw Zac taking photos of her. "Zachary Walker..." she warned him. He drunkenly smiled making her melt. "Come on, Ally. You're gorgeous. Let me take some photos of you. I love it when you have no make up and your hair is natural like this" he cooed to her touching her dark locks with his fingertips. He then moved her over-sized sweater off her shoulder. He kissed the bare shoulder delicately before snapping another photo. Allyson rolled her eyes knowing where this was going. Every damn time they were in New York this happened..and tonight she was okay with it. He snapped another picture; this time of her sucking on his finger and grinning devilishly. Zac placed the camera on his coffee table and before he could think about what to do next Allyson was straddling him and he was cupping her thighs. When things heated up, he picked them up and walked them into his room bumping into walls along the way. In their heated bliss though it didn't matter. She ripped his shirt off over his head and when she landed on the bed he delicately removed her skinny jeans taking great care to tease her with little kisses along her thighs. Once her blue lace underwear was removed she allowed him to kiss her core and the next hour and a half was quite the blur as their bodies melted into each other and their names were repeated several times in breathy tones.

The next morning Zac woke up alone to his dismay. He put his hair into a small ponytail and slipped on jeans and a fitted t-shirt hoping that Allyson would be in the kitchen sipping coffee but she wasn't. He was pleasantly surprised by the large thermos of coffee waiting for him. There was a post-it that read:

My Darling Zachary,

Here's something to jump start your day. I'll see you in Central Park for our shoot at 11 a.m. You can ask me to dinner then.

~Ally

Zac smiled and shook his head as he lifted the thermos to sip the hot coffee. He was completely smitten and he looked forward to work as he got ready.

A/N: This is a story based off of a preference that I did...I hope I do it justice. Input is always welcome.