Authors: Nika Michelle
“Damn caller ID. I can’t even surprise you. Tell Reba I said what’s up when you talk to her.”
“Okay, I will. What are you doing?” I asked wishing I was doing whatever it was with him.
“I was thinking about you. You’re very addictive whether you know it or not.”
“So I’ve been told.” I smiled tooting my own horn.
“I am unlike any other man you’ve ever met in your life. When I say something pay attention baby because I’m keeping it all the way real with you. I fucks with you Seantay. That’s my good word. Everything about you is addictive, from your silky, creamy skin to your hypnotic eyes. I love your natural beauty. Baby, you’re gorgeous. I know this is kind of random, but I love your thighs. I melt between your thighs. Your ass is amazing too. I love how round it is and the way each cheek fits in the palm of my hand. I could go on and on.”
“Please do,” I coaxed him to keep the flattery going.
“Your hair is so beautiful. I love the way it feels and how it smells after we make love. When we’re apart I crave the sweet, warmth of your lips, and the delicate curve of your waist. Every inch of your body is mesmerizing, and everything about you turns me on. Like the soft caress of your hands and the way you scratch my back when I’m deep inside you. Mmm, and the way you taste. You taste so sweet and succulent, like a honeydew melon. You’re so addictive.” He sighed breathlessly.
His words had
set me on fire. I knew I was the shit, but I made him feel like that? “Is it that damn good baby?” I asked.
“Hell yeah.”
“So,
you’ve
been sending the poetry.”
“Yeah, I confess. I didn’t want to…you know…scare you. I know how you feel about being tied down. I know that’s not where your head is right now. It would never be a forced issue. I’m satisfied with how things are right now. I can’t front though. Just know that if you were ready and the circumstances were different, you’d be wifey. For real.”
“Is that so?” I asked anticipating what was coming next. If I had my way it would be me.
“Uh huh. Now bring my drug to me,” he said in a low, seductive voice.
“I’m on my way baby.”
* * *
The sound of my father’s voice outside of my bedroom door woke me out of my late slumber. After my late night session with Raheem I’d stumbled into the house at three in the morning and had been knocked out since. I glanced at the clock and noticed that it was almost noon.
“There’s a Samone Dempsey on the phone for you!” Daddy yelled.
I was sprawled on top of the cover in a bra and panty set from Fredrick’s of Hollywood, but quickly jumped up to put on a robe. Samone Dempsey owned one of the most lucrative modeling/casting agencies in Miami. I picked up the phone and cleared my throat before saying anything.
“Hello.”
“Is this Seantay?” She asked in an excited, high-pitched voice.
“Yes, this is Seantay,” I answered politely, although her voice was annoying.
“Hi Seantay, this is Samone Dempsey. You must be a busy young woman, because you’re hard to catch up with.”
“My schedule is clear for a while now Samone.” I tried not to sound too anxious.
“That’s great because I need you ASAP. We need you for a shoot at one p.m. If you can get here in an hour we will take you to the shoot’s location in one of our cars. The shoot is for Black Femme magazine. You’ve heard of Dean Monross right?”
“Yes, of course. He’s one of the top new black designers. He’s only been in the market for a year and a half and he’s already grossed a hundred million in profits. Please tell me I will be doing a shoot for him.” I was trying not to sound too excited, but I was failing at it miserably.
She laughed. “Yes, you will be doing an ad for him. He asked for you personally. He mentioned that you design. He’d like for you to bring some of your sketches.”
“Okay. I will be there in an hour. Thank you.” I contained myself until I hung up the phone. “Yes!” I shrieked excitedly. True indeed I came from a high profile family, but it didn’t mean nothing impressed me. Dean Monross did impress me. He was twenty three years old and had already established himself in the fashion industry in a very short time. He was from New York and had peddled his fashions in Brooklyn for years before becoming mainstream. He was not only successful, but he was also fine as hell. He was about 5’11 with the body frame of a light weight boxer. In other words he was cut up just right for me. I didn’t like a scrawny man, nor did I like a man who was too buff. His smooth, flawless skin was the color of espresso with a drop of cream. Piercing dark brown, bedroom eyes, a strong masculine jaw line, keen nose, and nice lips made him very attractive. He’d just launched his female line a few months ago and I owned a few of his designs. I was very excited and couldn’t wait to get to the shoot. Okay. I admit that I couldn’t wait to meet Dean.
* * *
When I got to the shoot I was disappointed to find out that Dean wouldn’t be arriving until later. I hoped I hadn’t brought my sketches for nothing. I was sent to wardrobe to be fitted and then I was sent to get my hair and makeup done. The makeup artist greeted me with a warm, genuine smile. She was a cute, short, dark skinned girl with flawless skin and beautiful light brown eyes.
“Hi,” she said with a Caribbean accent. “My name is Lissa, and I will be doing your makeup today.” She had long rust colored locks that were pulled back into a ponytail. I noticed that her makeup was flawless and that was a good sign.
“Did you do your makeup?” I asked just to make sure.
“Yes,” she smiled proud of herself.
I approved until she pulled out her makeup. I did not wear Max Factor. I only wore MAC. If she thought she was coming near my face with that shit she was wrong. Home girl was cool, but not that damn cool.
“Do you use MAC?” I asked.
“No, only Max Factor,” she said still smiling. “I work for them.”
After clearing my throat I said,“I do apologize, but I only use MAC. Nothing else touches my face. Excuse me.” I went to find Samone. She had decided to accompany me to the shoot. I found her talking on her cell phone in what looked like a hospital waiting room.
“Excuse me Samon, but we have a small issue,” I said as I walked up to her.
“Hold on,” she said giving me her undivided attention. “What’s wrong Seantay?”
“I don’t use Max Factor make up. I am so sorry if I’m being a diva right now, but I only wear MAC.”
Samone seemed understanding. “You’r e fine. I will get a MAC artist here right away.” She walked away getting right on finding a new makeup artist. Thirty minutes later Lissa was replaced with Kamille. After my beauty was enhanced I entered the photography studio. The photographer introduced himself to me. He was very attractive with olive colored skin and hazel brown eyes. It was obvious that he was Italian or something. His body was nicely built, and he was sporting Monross Jeans and a white t-shirt. Simple. He should have been a model.
“It’s nice to meet you Antone.” I said after he introduced himself. He kissed my hand and brushed his medium length, dark brown hair out of his face. Once he let my hand go he reached inside his pocket, pulled out a rubber band and put his hair in a ponytail.
“I know that you’ve done this a billion times. I have to let you know that this is not only a magazine layout, but it will also be a national advertising campaign. I don’t know if Samone told you this, but you will also be featured on billboards all over the east and west coasts. I see why Dean chose you. You’re beautiful,” he flattered me.
Our first shot was a simple white background. WoMon Ross was the name of his female line. I had on a black silk top and tight black WoMon Ross skinny jean. The simple white background was smart. I was barefoot because Antone loved my French manicured toes. It gave the photos a natural flavor. I did get to wear some fly heels in the other shots. I had no idea he designed shoes for women too. I made a mental note to get a few pair for myself when I went shopping later.
We took over two hundred shots in ten different outfits. We changed backgrounds and locations six times. The ads would help boost sales for the brand, which was already number one in sales at Saks and Macy’s. The last few outfits were so damn hot and weren’t as simple as the first three.
After the shoot I grabbed a bottle of Evian and sat down for a minute. Dean strolled into the room looking even finer in person.
“Hello Seantay Beauvois.” He smiled sexily at me.
“Hi Dean,” I said sounding like I wasn’t impressed when I knew damn well I was. I got up to shake his hand. He kissed mine instead.
“I want to thank you for doing the shoot. I know it was last minute, but I couldn’t think of anyone I wanted more than you. For the shoot, I mean.” I admire his straight white teeth. They were probably veneers. Either way his smile was gorgeous.
“You’re welcome Dean. I am flattered.” I smiled back.
“Did Samone tell you that I was interested in seeing some of your sketches?” He asked. “I need someone hot and fresh to design for WoMon Ross.”
“I’m not formerly trained,” I explained quickly.
“Me either ma. You’re Seantay Beauvois and that’s enough. You know fashion. Shit, you
are
fashion. That’s all the training you need. You’re a very classy woman. I like that.”
I stared into his sexy eyes.
“So, did you bring the sketches?”
‘Oh shit,’ I thought getting up. “I will be right back.” I walked out of the room with a seductive sway of my hips. I could feel his eyes on me. I smiled to myself as I walked into the dressing room to get my sketchbook. The designs were the most recent I’d done.
I returned to the room where Dean was waiting patiently. I gave him the large leather binder. He placed it on the table and looked through it slowly. I could see that he was really studying each one. “Yes. These are really good Seantay. They’re actually better than good.”
I smiled at his reaction. “Thank you.”
“Ma, you’ve got talent. Raw talent. These designs are hot and you’re absolutely stunning in person. Breathtaking.”
I looked away as he stared at me. He wanted me, I could tell. He also knew that I didn’t have to fuck him to design for his line. I would only help him make even more money. He was sexy as hell though. If I did fuck him it would be because I wanted to. I averted my attention back to him. His outfit was simple. He was rocking a pair of wheat colored Timberlands, light blue Monross jeans, white Monross tee, and a platinum Jesus piece. Ten carat diamonds sparkled in his ear and complimented the diamond face Rolex on his wrist. I liked how he didn’t over do it.
“I’m glad you like what you see.” I smiled. “The designs I mean.”
He looked down at me with lustful eyes. “I do like what I see. If you got it you got it baby. I want you to let me feature your designs for my fall collection. You can name it and have fifty percent of the profits.”
“How about you draw up a contract and contact me. I will have my lawyers look over everything. You’re fine, but not that damn fine. This will be a real business agreement. I’ll protect my designs and myself. You understand that right?”
He nodded as he gave me my portfolio back. “I do and I want you to design for me. I like that you’re a professional woman as well as dangerously sexy. I will get right on the contract.”
“Cool.” We shook on it. I was extremely excited about how things were turning out.
A few minutes later we were told that we could look at some of the photos from the shoot. I could tell that Dean was very impressed by the shots.