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A million thoughts raced through my mind as I took my trolly through the isle. Today was grocery shopping day, and frightening enough-it was also the day of my second date with Adam. Well, if you consider taking photos of him at his place to be a "date." (Which I didn't, but he said so, so lets go with that). I dropped a carton of milk in the trolly, and my head began to swell again. Surely-this was not a professional photoshoot. No. I'm sure he had something more devious up his sleeve. Then I dropped a bag of apples and some rosemary in. But what about that hot, passionate kiss we shared? If he did it again, would I be able to resist? My hands tightened on the trolly in frustration. Was it just regular frustration, or sexual frustration? I groaned. Over the years, I thought I had become immune to the seduction and tricks of men like him...but it doesn't seem so-

"Woah! Slow down Ms. Rell. Your feet will catch afire with that speed!"

Oh dammit. I had ran into an employee, Jack Montomery. Mature middle-aged man, early thirties. His age was belied by the cherry freckles and matching auburn hair that made him look boyishly handsome. But still rugged. The sweet, calming southern accent definitely helped.

"Oh gosh, I'm terribly sorry Jackie. Trying to get my grocery shopping done-I have an....appointment later this evening."

"You nearly ran me over," he laughed. "But I don' mind. You're looking more beautiful than ever today."

I smiled and thanked him for the compliment. He was always so flirtatious and comical. I was never really interested in him though. Which is peculiar because he's gorgeous and a real gentlemenn-a stark contrast to Adam who's dominant, direct and extremely sexual.
The fact that we would never be together hurt Jack, and even more so since I remind him of his wife. She had died in a horrible car accident. He told me so. That revelation sent me into melancholy, and for awhile I did indeed consider dating him. But I just never felt much of a romantic connection. Jack was one of those persons you would keep as a close friend and confidant. Nothing more, nothing less. So I would always let him off gently, and my heart broke into pieces when I saw the flash of disappointment in his eyes. Every time.

And Jack wasn't the only one. Men's eyes would follow me wherever I go. It was oddly pleasing but sometimes annoying. Some said they liked my wide blue eyes, volumptuous curves and my hair. Especially my hair. They were always saying how lustrous, black, long and perfumed it is. One even told me that he wanted to tangle himself and his hands in it and-well you know what else. So forward of him, don't you think? But wasn't that the case with Adam? Yet, I liked the bastard so much, even when he was always naughty and unrestrained. Damn.

"Thanks for helping me with my groceries, Jackie," I said as he loaded the last of it into the backseat of my car.

"Anytime, Eleanor. You know you can come to me if you ever need anything. I will always care for you and love you, even if we'll never be-" Jack trailed off. He was becoming emotional.

"Jack-"

"Its alright Eleanor. I'll see you soon."

Quick as a flash, almost too quick-Jack left without another word. I sighed deeply and ran a hand over my face, and then proceeded to enter the car. Jack and I were always great friends-but his romantic love for me-and my unresponsiveness to that love always complicated our relationship. Sometimes I wouldn't see or hear from him for days. He called it being lovesick. Heh. But even though he said with a humourous tone, I knew that he was indeed very, very, lovesick.

After driving for a few minutes, I looked at the time on my watch. One hour before my date. One hour before I would be in the clutches of that sexy man. God help me. The damn traffic didn't help either. I wondered if I was upset because of the trafic or the fact that I was just exited to see him. Most likely the latter. Next to me, my phone buzzed on the car seat.

*NEW MESSAGE*
I can't wait to see you Bellissima. And have you all to myself...

Oh dear God. Damn this man. I'd better reply-after all it would be impolite not to answer.

"Ok. Ill see you soon."

Is that enough? Should I sound more enthusiastic? No, then you'll sound desperate. Uhhh. I've never cared to please a man so. What on earth is wrong with me?

It felt like I spent an eternity putting up the groceries when I got back to my apartment. I practically tossed them where they needed to be. I tried to make sure I had as much time as possible to get dressed. Frantically, I searched my closet, sending clothing flying in every direction. It has to be perfect. I must be perfect...Ahh!!! There we go. I looked myself over in the mirror, and was deeply pleased. Then I saw the time and shrieked. I'd better go or I'll be late.

The drive to Adam's house seemed to linger on forever. The sun hung low in the sky-radiating pastel oranges and yellows. I made up my mind that I would refuse Adam's advances, his touch...his kisses... and his outrageous sex appeal. Yeah, right. Easy peasy. A large lump formed in my throat as I pulled in his drive way and walked to the door. His two-story house was as every bit of lavish and exquisite as he was. My trembling fingers found the doorbell, and I waited. A quick painful silence followed before the door swung open.

There he was. Standing before me-above me-looking dapper as ever. His gaze raked over my body as he took me in. I had done well. VERY well. The lacy red sweatheart dress with a plunging neckline and matching lips had him captivated. Those black eyes thundered and raged with desire-further darkened by the night. My black hair hung on my hips, carefully whipped with soft, perfumed curls.

He came closer and buried his nose into the side of my neck, trailing it up to my ear before he whispered: "You smell so damn good. And you look like a temptress. How the hell do you expect me to behave?"

He grabbed my hand, pulling me inside. Then, he closed the front door and locked it. "Well thank you. Are you ready for your close up?" I gave a nervous smile and took my camera out of my purse.

"Oh, I sure am." Adam looked at me lasciviously, flashing his bright smile. Perfectly blinding, titanium white. Then, those sexy eye crinkles appeared.

I rolled my eyes. "Now, see here, Adam. We must go over some rules before we begin. There will be no touching. No caressing. No kissing. And much less anything more intimate than that. Do you understand?"

"Ah shit, Bellissima. Too many rules. Surely you don't expect me to follow all of them, no?"

"Yes. I do," I said sternly.

He said nothing but the devilish smirk gave it all away. He was planning, calculating, analysing. Figuring out how he can weaken me. He led me to the living room and sat me on a comfy armchair.

"Wait here. I must touch up. After all, I am being captured by the most successful photographers in Italy," he did a mock bow and sauntered off. I hated how sarcastic but sexy he was. And I did not particularly like being mocked.

Soon, Adam emerged and I gasped. He was shirtless, and his jeans and belt hung loosely around his waist. I gulped and swallowed. And then gulped and swallowed again. His skin was so smooth-and his shoulders broad. With every movement he made, his muscles rippled and contracted. My eyes then travelled downward. His thighs looked as if they were carved by the gods and his ass so deliciously round and tight. And finally, my eyes came to rest upon his huge package. It was massive and bulging-carefully tucked away in his underwear.

"Wha-What is this Adam? Where is your shirt?"

He laughed wickedly. "Oh Bellissima. I'm going to model for you. Clothes are an unncessary distraction. Let's begin shall we?"

I swallowed and nodded, readying my camera. "Where would you like to shoot?"

His eyes darkened. "In the bedroom."

"Absolutely n-"

Adam growled, and gave me no chance to finish. He roughly hoisted me over his shoulder and carried me upstairs to the bedroom. It's a good thing I had a good grip on my camera, or I might have dropped it. Time seemed to slow when he had me in his arms. His body was warm-almost hot. Whenever our bodies made any kind of contact it felt like fire. His rough, calloused hand rested possessively on my bottom.

"We must teach you how to work on following orders," he rasped against my ear as he set me down in his bedroom.

My legs were shaking. This man exerted a type of dominance that I have never seen before. He was not one for words, but actions. He climbed into the bed and posed for me.

"I'm ready," he said naughtily.

My body began to tingle as the camera snapped. His sheets were white, and so were the walls-with gold accents. Perfect background. All the attention and focus would be on him. Every pose and every snap made me quiver with pleasure and excitement. I even moved closer for more...intimate shots. I got his face, body, thighs and hips (You know, all my favorite parts) And his eyes. Oh damn those black eyes. Damn him.

Suddenly, he smiled and swiped the camera from me. "Now it's my turn, Bellissima," he smiled.

"What?"

"Remove your dress and model for me. Just as I am doing for you."

My heart skipped a beat. I contemplated everything, nibbling on my lower lip. Adam, noticing my reluctance, looked up at me with those dark orbs. "Come on Bellissima. You know you want to. Give into your desires..." he cajoled.

I groaned and peeled my dress off. It's okay...I can manage this right!? No big deal. Now all that remained were my underwear, which was of the same red lace my dress was. Thank God I'd worn it. After all you never know what may happen---

Adams eyes widened, and he licked his sexy lips. For a moment his eyes became chocolatey and vulnerable-then transitioned to the usual black, catty darts. He murmured something in Italian, and I was bearly able to make it out. From my translation, it sounded as if he cursed under his breath.

"Bellissima. Just Bellissima,"

"Beautiful. Just beautiful, " his words ecoed in my mind. It was flattering to me that he thought me beautiful and butterflies fluttered in my tummy. He then tore his gaze away and focused on my camera.

"Jesus, how does this thing work? So many damn buttons, " he said impatiently.

"Here. Let me show you before you break it," I scolded. Adam chuckled, and for the first time I felt like it was a genuine smile rather than a seductive or wicked one. Heh. So he does have a soft side...

I took my place on the bed after guiding him through the camera functions. Modeling was a whole way of life for him. He was used to being in front of the cameras-and I, behind the cameras. Opposites do indeed attract, I suppose.

"Now...don't be shy, Bellissima. Give it to me."

His words gave me fuel and the little push I needed. I sprawled out over the bed, letting my hair cascade over the edge and looked seductively into the camera. Snap.

"Yes..." he murmured encouragingly. "More baby, more."

I slowly pulled one side of my panties down exposing half of my hips and the smooth skin beneath. Snap. Then, after getting on my knees, I arched my back inwards, sticking out my hips and letting my hair fall onto the sheets. Snap.

Adam growled and put the camera down.
"Damn your rules, Bellissima." And with that, he launched himself on top of me like an animal, pinning my wrists and preventing any means of escape. Uh-oh...now I've done it! His mouth crashed onto mine-demanding, wanting, needing. I became awfully and wonderfully wet, from the moment we began taking pictures. I felt his desire-hard against me. He clasped his hands around my throat and ground his hips against mine. "Let me make love to you, Bellissima. You deserve it." He kissed my neck."You need it." He kissed my nipples through the restraints of my bra. "And you want it." He slipped his hand into my panties.


"Ohh!" I cried out. "No...I won't let you do this-"

The shrill sound of the doorbell breaked the sweet aura of pleasure we had began to create. "Shit. Why now?" Adam groaned and got up to put on a shirt. He went to the door, and I also got dressed. As I was doing this, I heard shouting in Italian. Adam's voice-and that of another female. No. It can't be.

I watched in secret from above the staircase, and the woman threw insult after insult at him. I was able to understand their conversation in Italian clearly...it had become like a second language to me. And in this case, an advantage.

"Why have you not been answering my calls you idiot?" The woman said. She was gorgeous-and looked like she stepped out of the cover of Italian Vogue.

Adam was fuming-especially since he was still aroused. I could see it. "I was busy, Maria. Why don't you leave me alone?"

"We should be together! You know you still want me..." Maria purred seductively.

I was seething at this point. "What is going on here?" I finally stepped out, looking directly at Adam for answers.

Maria's jaw dropped, and then she scoffed. So this- or she-is what you've been doing, huh?

He looked at me-and for a moment I saw that he was truly embarrased and unnerved. "Maria was just leaving," he said, and glared at her.

"No, I will be." I said angrily and stormed off.

"Eleanor please-"

With out hearing him, I gathered up my things and rushed out of his house on the verge of tears. That was the first time he had ever called me by my real name-and not just some flirtatious nickname like Bellissima. Maybe he was serious? No! What did you expect? He a casanova and a saytr- did you really think he wanted anything more from you than sex? Thank God it didn't go too far. Thank God he didn't win. I got in my car and sped of. My face began to sting from the heat and agony of my tears. What a fool I've been.


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