Chapter 7

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Beep-beep-beep. Beep-beep-beep.

Lauren lifted her head, brow dropped, eyes squinted, and she surveyed her surroundings.

Beep-beep-beep. Beep-beep-beep.

"What the hell is that?"

Camila moaned and pulled Lauren's arm back around her waist, locking their fingers together to hold her in place. "Ignore it. It will stop in a minute. Go back to sleep." The brunette was too groggy and far too content pressed against the diva to argue and nuzzled into Camila's hair.

"You smell good."

Camila smiled at the comment. "And I haven't even had my morning shower."

"Morning..." Lauren echoed in a groan. "Any chance you know what time it is? If that beeping was the alarm on your phone, then I can assume it is six in the morning?"

"Ha! No. I'm far too exhausted from work anymore to wake up that early. That's not even my exercise alarm. However, I can tell you that it is eight thirty by it."

Lauren's eyes flew open and she sat up quickly, startling the diva awake. "Shit!"

"What? What is it? What's wrong?"

Lauren wrestled the covers off of her and searched the floor for her clothing. "This isn't exactly my apartment Camila. People work here and K-" She was cut off by the sound of shuffling footsteps and crinkling of paper. Lauren ran her hands over her face in pure disbelief. "..and Kim is always here by eight fifteen. She's eager, remember?."

Camila instinctively drew the sheets up to cover her naked body as Lauren pulled on her blouse. "Well, get rid of her."

"How am I suppose to do that without her knowing exactly what happened?" She fluttered her blouse to show Camila the buttons were gone and she could no longer close it. The diva winced in regret of being so forceful with its removal. "Are you entirely ready to be outed to your biggest fan?"

Outed? Camila's eyes dropped from Lauren. Was she gay now? How did this all happen so quickly? "What do we do then?" She asked meeting Lauren's eyes weakly.

The photographer's heart thudded heavy in her chest when she saw the look of regret and uncertainty in Camila's eyes, but she pushed the heart ache away. Even if this was nothing more to her, Lauren still needed to get her client out of there with her dignity still in tact. "I need you to trust me for a minute."

Camila nodded. "Okay." Of course.

Lauren straightened her posture and cleared her throat lightly. "Kim? Is that you?" Camila snapped her eyes shut, but quickly remembered to trust.

There was a long pause and both women hoped it was due to shock of hearing another voice and not that the young assistant was looking for her boss. "Y-yes. I didn't realize you were here. I thought you just forgot to lock up." Lauren rolled her eyes at the notion of forgetting to lock up a room with tens of thousands of dollars worth of equipment just lying around. "Where are you?"

"I didn't mean to scare you, but I need you to do me a favor. Can you run down to the storage room and bring up the old lighting stands. I was brain storming and I need to see them." Camila silently praised Lauren's quick thinking and acting skills. "Can you get them now?"

"Yes, Ma'am." Both women breathed a sigh of relief as they heard footsteps departing and the ding of the elevator.

"Come one. Get to wardrobe and find something to wear. We can act like we are going to a breakfast meeting to catch up on old times." Lauren waved the diva past and watched as she ran to the other side of the long room wrapped in a white linen sheet. Adrianne was probably right. Camila didn't know what she wanted, only thought she did. Lauren pushed the thoughts aside and followed, in need of a new shirt.

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