CHAPTER FIVE

LOGAN'S POV

My calm seems to be unnerving Ms. Scott, as she glares at me trying to compose herself.

When I visited the Stanley's wedding ceremony to get a close up view of the bridal party, I didn't expect that my full attention would be on the beautiful, sexy, gray eyed photographer.

She was so engrossed in her cameras that hung around her slender kissable neck, resting on her perfectly firm breast that she was unaware that every guy in the room wanted her, including me.

From the determination I saw, in her frowns, the wriggling of her nose or the biting of her lips as she decided the right angels and proper lightening, to get that perfect picture.

I decided to attended the reception in the hopes of getting to know her, but she shot me down before even looking at me

I know I technically pushed my mom to visit the Stanley's to view the photos for an Ad campaign in a wedding magazine. I did all of that so that mom would want to see the passion behind the photos.

Mom has an eye for these things first hand! When she returned informing me about the new photographer on a try out for the men's line, I had to stop myself from smiling.

Mom loved the photos and my dad was even more impress so they both readily agreed to having her do a test shot for my new line.

She expected me to be intimidated with her threats and for a moment I was, but now I realize she knows deep down that she way of her element.

"Lunch" I said, standing up, buttoning my jacket.

"Pardon?" she responds immediately confused.

I smiled at her, "mom will not appreciate you declining a lunch invitation" I explained.

Smilingly seductively at me from where she stood, "I have yet to receive and invitation" she says softly.

With a grin, I stretched out my right hand, "Ms. Scott, would you do me the honors of having lunch with me today" I asked politely.

Her smiles disappeared instantly, "I'm sorry, but I won't be able to join you for lunch, I already have a previous engagement" she responded just as politely.

With a cool expression, she stares at me waiting for my comeback. A comeback, I certainly wasn't prepared for.

"I understand, I'll let my mother know and you can leave the photos with me, although we will be doing a reshoot for this line. You are my first choice for the shoot but if you can't, I understand" I said.

With the same cool expression, 'As I said, I have plans, with my sister but you could join us for dinner," she pulls a card from her bag handing it over to me after scribbling on the back of the card. "And like I also said before, these photos and the model is absolutely perfect and doesn't need another shoot." she emphasized.

Smiling wearily, "except, I'm not a model" I explained, pointing at myself.

"I beg to differ, show them" she indicates the photos on front of me, "to your parents, how you spin the story about being the lead model is up to you and I'm your only photographer for this line" she firmly informs me.

"That's a bold assumption" I smiled suddenly feeling lighter with the dinner invitation.

Without looking at me, she picks up her handbag, putting it on her shoulder. "You impersonated my model, I still have the negatives and like I said, you are the perfect choice for your own line." she says with a no nonsense tone.

With a confident look, "maybe I should invite your parents over for dinner? she questions, not expecting an answer. " Maybe, after this , you won't play with the job of a potential employee," she says, starting to walk to the door.

"Huh, let me walk you out" I offered starting to follow her.

"I'm a big girl, I know the way. Again, it's been a pleasure, Mr...", she paused, "it's going to be difficult to remember Mr. Daniels when I spent all night dreaming about Mr. Grey" she smiles mischievously, opens the door, walks out, shutting the door behind her.

I stood stuck in one place for moment. Did she just say what I heard?

I walked back to the chair I just vacated, picking up the photos. It's really good! She's really good. I sat there pondering about the dilemma Ms. Scott has place me in, or maybe she would beg to differ and say that I put myself in this dilemma.

The door opens and Ria the receptionist walks in, seductively, towards me.

"Your meetings over, want to join me for lunch?" She asks.

"No!" I immediately shut her down! I made the mistake of having too many drinks with her three years ago and now she's gone into stalker mode. If I had slept with her, she might have had us married by now.

I cringed, thinking about how repulsive that would have been.

She continues walking towards me, raising a finger with an angry glare, I stopped her from coming further. "I do have a question though " I said waiting for her response.

She nods standing, holding the back of a chair opposite me.

"Your rudeness towards Ms. Scott did not go down well with my parents and as such you will be be receiving a letter from HR. Furthermore, Ms. Scott is employed with Francis Fashions and she's also a personal friend of mine" I informed her, seeing the stunned look on her face.

BAM mission accomplished. "You may leave now, please sign out at the lobby's security and in, on your return" I instructed, dismissing her by turning my attention to the papers and photos on front of me.

Hearing the door shut, I lifted my head, leaned back in my chair, my mind wondering to Ms. Scott and my dilemma at hand, but mostly on the beautiful gray eye photographer.