My Best Friend's Dad

Photoshoot Nightmare

Elona's POV

Cris and I went to Dakota Agency so that I could do a shoot, and just get my things sorted. The building was huge, and we went all the way to the second last floor. As we got out of the elevator, the floor to ceiling windows were everywhere. It was breathtaking as we took in our surroundings with so much awe.

"I could be here forever," Cris said as she turned in a circle to look around.

"I will love it here," I smiled. I looked ahead and there was a desk in the corner, a lady sitting behind the desk, and we walked over. She looked up from her book, pausing to write "You must be Elona?" she asked. She had black framed glasses on and her brunette hair was neatly combed to the back.

"Yes," I smiled.

"Please, have a seat. The boss will be with you soon," she replied.

"Thanks," I responded as Cris and I took a seat on an orange sofa, I placed my backpack on my lap.

"I cannot wait to see you do the photoshoot. This time in a real studio. What is the theme?" she asked.

"I think it's just casual. They will be providing the clothes and I get to keep them."

"That is such a great perk."

"Elona?" A woman with blonde hair approached with a page in her hand.

"Yes," I said as I stood up with my backpack in hand.

"The boss wants to meet you," she turned around and walked away. I followed after her while Cris stayed behind. I left my backpack with Cris.

We reached a door, and she opened it for me. I stepped inside and the door closed. There were floor to ceiling windows and the figure of the man was standing, looking out. His hands in his pants pockets and then he turned around.

He was an older man, with a streak of grey hair on the sides. He seemed intimidating, but had attractive features. Light green eyes. "Elona," he said as he rounded the desk, and then he came to a stop in front of me, studying me. "I love your outfit. I think that this will be great. See it as a school girl theme." he reached his hand out and placed it on my hip. Chills ran down my spine, and I was not comfortable.

Was I doing the right thing? Is this what it would be like every time I model? Him touching me? Where is a female who needs to work with me? I stepped back out of his reach, his hand falling to his side, his gaze penetrated into me. I swallowed.

"When you work in my agency, you will comply with everything I say. If I want you to be partially naked, you will be. If I want you fully clothed, you will be. You are a very attractive woman and I believe that you will sell easily."

"Sell easily?" I asked.

"Your body speaks for us," he moved closer and walked around me. I could feel his eyes burn all over my body. Why was I feeling so uncomfortable as I never felt this way with Spooky when he did my photoshoots? He stood in front of me again. "I saw your portfolio, and I wanted you the moment I saw you," he lifted his hand and moved a strand of hair behind my hair.

"Wanted me? In what way?" I asked, my brows furrowing.

He chuckled, "To be my model."

"Right," I let out a breath.

His index finger now traced the collar of my top until it traced the top of my breasts, I was so uncomfortable. "We will do a photoshoot in this attire, and then you will strip down into lingerie. Maxime will get you changed. I look forward to working with you. That will be all," he said as he turned and rounded his desk.

I swallowed and walked as fast as I could to get out of there. My heart beat wildly. I don't like that man as much as he can be attractive. Was Tristan right about this all along? He knows better than me. I hate that he touched me, but is that expected in this industry?

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As I have done my photoshoot with the clothes I had on from school. The boss walked to where we were. Cris was now sitting on a chair in the corner, taking pictures of me and then doing her own thing on the phone.

"She needs a touch up of makeup," Maxime told the makeup artist. I allowed them to do their job, but that stare from the boss was making me uncomfortable again. I didn't like it. I just want to go back into my shell and never come out. I sucked it in and just did what was needed of me.

"If you want this badly, you need to do what is expected," he called out.

"Where is the school girl lingerie?" Maxime called out. One of the fashion designers ran our way and handed it to Maxime. She shoved it against me as the makeup artist had just finished. I didn't like this vibe. Didn't Maxime like me? "Strip," she demanded.

I looked around the room and there were the photographers, which was a man, the lighting crew, who were men and the fan girl. Besides the other women who were taking care of me. My eyes found the boss, and he was watching me expectantly. "Well, what are you waiting for?" Maxime snapped.

I shook my head, "I prefer to get dressed in private with no men looking at me," I still held my gaze on the boss.

"Mr Luca..." Maxime said, expecting him to intervene.

"This is the modeling industry, men will be around, looking at you and your body. You heard Maxime, Strip," he demanded. I looked over at Cris who was now sitting up right, her brows furrowed as this played out in front of her. She was not impressed with them, she was ready if anything had to happen and I am so grateful to have her here with me.

I sucked in a breath and began to take off my top, which left me in a pink lace bra. All of a sudden, the boss was behind me as my hands trembled. His hands on my shoulders. "Relax," he whispered.

I tried to but I couldn't. His hands moved down my arms, his way of making me feel comfortable. It is not helping. Gosh, I wish that Tristan had been here, he would've done something by now.

He hooked his fingers into the top of my skirt, and I breathed. I wanted to pursue this career, I got into the door of it, and now I have to do this. "I will do it," I blurted out.

"What the f^cking sh^t!" I heard.

"Dad!" Cris chimed in as we all turned to look their way. Cris was placing a hand on Tristan's chest, he was fuming. He clearly saw that. I was relieved. But he will tell me that he told me so. Spooky was beside them too. That was a surprise, as Tristan didn't like him.

"Mr Crane, lovely to see you here," Mr Luca said as he removed his hands from my body, and I was even more relieved. I still had to get this lingerie photoshoot out of the way. "We can go to my office if there is anything you want to talk about. This building is yours after all."

Wait...this building is Tristan's?