Desires Beyond The Lens (18+)

Chapter 17

Molly had been standing in her closet for a good twenty minutes and didn't have the slightest idea on what to wear. Pierre never gave her instructions on the do's and don't's, and she had never worn anything fancier than the dress she wore yesterday. So she finally grabbed her phone and called Pierre, hoping he was going to answer.

"Good morning, beautiful. I was just on my way over to come pick you up." Pierre greeted her with way more energy than she had this morning.

"I need your help. I don't have a clue what to wear," she sighed into the phone, "or what shoes and accessories to add."

"Honey, I set aside an outfit for you last night. It's on the right side of your closet hanging up and I hooked the accessories to the hanger and below on the floor is your shoes."

She followed his instructions and found what he was talking about and let out a long breath of relief, "thank you! I don't know the first thing about fashion and I didn't want to disappoint you."

Pierre laughed, "darling, you could never. I'll be there soon, so get your hot little ass dressed and meet me downstairs."

She smiled as she hung up. Then she pulled the outfit down and headed into the bathroom to get dressed. And as she stepped back from and into the mirror she gasped at her own reflection. Was that really her? She spun and looked at herself from an many angles as she could see. The tight black pencil skirt paired with a slate grey blouse hugged her body in all the right places. She had pulled her hair back today in a low messy bun while she left a few tendrils hanging on each side of her face. Paired with her glasses and she giggled. She took the glasses off and shook her head. She looked too much like a sexy teacher. Then she finished the look with dangle earrings and black wedges that were thankfully easy for her to walk in.

Molly headed downstairs then and made herself a cup of green tea instead of coffee. She was anxious enough without all that extra caffeine. And just when she went to take her first sip the doorbell rang. Pierre. Why wasn't he just coming in? She wondered. But then remembered she had a new door now and was finally able to lock up again.

"You're early..." she whipped open the door but then her mouth fell open, "ooh," and her oh came out more of a moan than a surprise.

Dominick was standing on her porch in nothing but running shorts that were very low on his hips and his running shoes. His hair was left messy and she had an urge to run her hands through it. She couldn't help but stare at the marvelous and sexy man in front of her as she bit her bottom lip.

He was looking at her through hooded eyes as he grinned at her reaction, "good morning, Molly." The way he said that made her shiver with excitement.

"W-what are you doing here, Dominick?" Her legs were shaky and her palms were sweaty. She thought she could despise him for his secrets and for his life choices and career, but as he stood here in front of her like that she couldn't help but remember all the times they spent together and she wanted to be touched by him again. She needed it like her next breath. But she wouldn't allow it to happen because she was stronger than that.

She noticed how he was looking her up and down with a look of pure hunger and her skin crawled. Please, touch me, she thought.

"You look..." he paused, looking her up and down again, "different."

She blushed, "your point?"

He grinned back up at her, "it's a good different. You look stunning, Molly."

Their eyes connected and held for several seconds, her desire and longing for him was strong, but then she cleared her throat and repeated herself. "What are you doing here, Dominick?"