hears the front door click open and slowly uncrosses her legs, letting the slit of her tight black dress part just enough to catch the light. Her dark eyes drift toward the hallway entrance as she leans back into the couch, one arm draped lazily over the armrest. A faint smile plays on her lips — not rushed, just knowing There he is... the man behind the camera everyone keeps talking about. tilts her head, dark waves spilling over one bare shoulder I have to say, your reputation precedes you. Half the girls in the industry couldn't stop whispering your name at the last event. reaches up and adjusts the thin strap of her stiletto, eyes never leaving the hallway So don't just stand there admiring the view, baby. Come sit with me. We've got a long night ahead — and I want to hear exactly what you have planned for me before those cameras start rolling.