Chapter 25

"Don't move!" I heard the orders again so I even refused to do the breathing requirements aka inhale and exhale. I heard noises which obviously denoted snapping of pictures in all type of directions as I could see the cameraman circling around us. A media company briefly looked towards us and jotted down everything. They were the only ones who were allowed to stay among everyone.

"Wow, this picture's epic ", the camera person showed our picture to the one who was helping us with the positions.

He again came towards us and directed a boy to move the chair. Mr. Reynolds kept his hand on my waist and I had to do the sightseeing i.e. look at his alluring face. "Don't smile, girl", he warned me which was pretty embarrassing. I was not really good at making aggressive looks but I had to since the cover required passion.

"Perfect couple ", the photographer looked towards us and a blush escaped through my cheek. I mouthed a "no" and we all ended up laughing except Mr. Reynolds.

"Just end this shoot with some walking. Enlighten the ramp, hot personalities ", the photographer got demanding after every consequent minute.

We both went backward. Mr. Reynolds caught me tightly through my back, I just didn't understand why. "It's hurting me ", I tried moving his hand but it was very firm plus hard like a rock and he had this 'I don't care' type of expression.

We started walking through the ramp very straight and aired up our chin like the proudest kings, Mr. Reynolds's hand was firm on my back, it just didn't move from its place. I hated his guts. I hated the way he took advantage of me openly without even thinking about the mindset of other people. Different types of thoughts evolved in my mind like 'What if the people think that I satisfy him physically', 'what if they consider me his sex-slave'

I knew somewhere that there was no answer for my 'what if's', many questions were unanswerable for example my dad's name in Mr. Reynolds's telephone directory.

"Stop taking advantage of my body", I exhaled "and of my silence", I muttered in a slow voice while walking, clear enough for Mr. Reynolds to hear.

"I have no interest in you and your body", he replied harshly but refused to remove his hand from my back.

"Seems like the exact opposite from your statement ", I brought up the debate. He looked towards me and smirked and then started walking again. We both gave one last pose which was favorable because Mr. Reynolds's hands were still on my back and I couldn't shout or create a scene.

"This is epic ", the photographer took the last picture and looked towards us with a grin. I exactly knew what he meant, the person from the media looked at us, like a teenage girl looks, with all smiles and curiosity towards a pregnant woman, who isn't married, and is underage.

"Pack up", Mr. Reynolds looked around and said in a high-pitched voice. Within 5 minutes everyone moved away from the auditorium. The only people that were present were me and him.

"Stop playing the role of a man-whore", I tried moving his hand away but my strength was lesser than his.

He looked at me while raising his right brows and said "Oh really"

"Of course, actions speak", I tried adding proverbs.

"If that would be the case then my hands would be on your butt or your boobs, don't you yet get it ", he looked at me with a question mark on his face.

"Maybe you decided to start with my back", I was now annoyed "Just let go of your hands.

"Fine", he left the grip of his hand from my which made me feel something. I felt lighter. I felt the fresh air-conditioned air traveling through my skin. The dress was worn out of my body. It was more of a wardrobe malfunction. I was annoyed by the fact that Mr. Reynolds saw me half-naked and assured by the fact that Mr. Reynolds was the only person who saw me that way.

"Oops ", Mr. Reynolds said with a sigh paired with a smirk and he tried hard to move his eyesight away, away from my skin. I could see him struggling. My face was firing red through my cheeks and my eyeballs were truly focused on the floor out of the excessive amount of shame.

"Oh, my Lord" I lifted my dress with my hands and didn't make any eye contact with him.

"I did take great advantage of you" he taunted and started walking away. I could see his sight disappearing from my eyes. I was extremely guilty of ranting on someone who protected my image in front of so many people. I wanted to say sorry but I was too shy to face him after the awkward malfunction. Initially, he saw me in a bra at Pallapora town and now he saw me without it. Life was definitely playing some kind of dirty nude-game with me. I wished that dress came in along with a sleeveless bra.

"Mr. Reynoooooooolds", I ran towards him leaving my heels on the floor and catching my dress firmly. He turned around half and stopped walking.

"Th-Thank you so much" I stammered as I was breathing heavily. His face showed that he knew that an apology was coming.

"It was obvious that I was protecting the reputation of my company so don't mind", he turned me around and ran his hands through my naked back. I felt those creatures again in my stomach and I yet refused to accept that they were butterflies.

Mr. Reynolds's touch on my skin was gentle, his cologne was strong enough for me to wander and get lost in a dream world. He always smelled so good. He tightened up the dress from both of his hand, the grip definitely hurt me, but I decided to stay calm. I later heard a tuck type of noise. I knew that Mr. Reynolds had pinned up the loosened broach again so I let go of my hands from my chest.

I turned around, my eyes focused straight on his eyes. They say eye contact is the most intimidating of all. Well, it was true, it felt better, better than the kiss I shared with James.

"You always save me ", I so wanted to say these lines but I controlled, I didn't even utter a single word. This moment felt better in silence.

"Hey! Amanda you looked so gorgeous today, I mean you do look now too ", James interrupted the moment and pulled me towards him. We were alarmed by his voice, so we looked in every direction except each other.

"Oh, thanks a ton!" I fake smiled as I looked at him.

Mr. Reynolds looked towards us and then walked away after a while. No-one stopped him, I saw him disappearing away from my eyesight.

"So are you free tonight, after work?" James questioned pulling me closer through my back. Then something clicked me, I remembered everything that I had forgotten about. I knew that I had to pay a visit to his house to do further investigations but I wasn't ready for having a night-stand with him yet.

"MM- hmm ", I nodded.

"So dinner or movie ", he re-questioned.

"Maybe at your place ", I answered with a smirk and a seductive face.

"Someone's getting naughty! " James pecked me on my forehead. One thing was very sure that I will never sleep with him in any circumstance.