The Melted Series: Frozen Over, Froze, and Freezing

I stand in front of the mirror and adjust my tie. The sound of rustling in the sheets behind me has me freezing my movements and holding my breath. The rustling stops, and I resume straightening my clothing. I give my reflection one last look over then quietly turn on my heel. With one last glance towards the bed, the tan, and toned legs sticking out from the sheets barely move with my perusal as I reach for the doorknob. Quietly, I close the door behind me, move toward the elevator and head down to the front desk.

"Checking out so soon Mr. Maddox?" The front desk girl purrs, as I approach.

"Last minute travel changes, work is calling me back home." The lie comes too easily as she hands me the room bill to sign. I had my fun, got my dick wet and now it’s time to head home. I flash her smile, and for full effect add a wink.

Such an expensive room for a lousy lay.

I think as I scribble my signature. I push it towards her and wink, handing my room key over. My date will have a rude awakening when maid services come to the room shortly to do a turnover of the room for the next guest. As I wait for my car rental to come around from valet, I check email on my phone. Noting the numerous emails that Beth, my assistant had forwarded me while I've been in Los Angeles.

Heading away from the hotel and to the airport, this was my plan all along. Attend meeting for the summer line with designers, Check. Attend business dinner to smooze, Check. Pose for photos at the symphony with hired escort, Check. Fuck said escort and then head home before scheduled, Check. All tasks complete. I feel accomplished for my small trip.

The flight from LA to San Francisco is a piece of cake, if it wasn’t for the older woman around my grandmothers age talking my ear off about anything and everything, I would have been able to catch a quick bit of shut-eye. I mentally remind myself to fly private charter next time.

My car nears the tower, which my company, and my city penthouse are both located. I didn’t feel like driving all the way to my house in Silicon Valley, so the city penthouse would have to do for tonight. I pull into the parking garage, remove myself, and my belongings from the trunk and push my code for the penthouse. I loosen my tie as the doors open into the foyer and walk towards the kitchen to grab a beer from the fridge so I can decompress from the last 24 hours.

I’m back a day early, and no one is expecting me back in the office until Wednesday since I usually lay low the day after travel. I turn on the television to the football game playing closer to my house in Silicon Valley and relax onto the couch. My eyes grew heavy from the past few days and soon I had fallen to sleep.

***

It’s morning when I open my eyes to the sound of Darth Vader’s march. I rub my eyes and slowly reach for my cell. Still lying down in bed, all I want to do is pull the covers over my head, instead I know that if I do not take this call, she will call repeatedly.

“Good morning, Mother." I greet.

"My darling, are you still in LA?" She asks getting straight to business. That’s what I like about her, she doesn’t have time for shit, and she doesn’t apologize for it. Once my brother and I became adults, she figured being a doting mother- granted she was typically a cruel woman, oftentimes a complete bitch even to her own sons - was finished and she could be how she was with the rest of the world, and with us as well.

"I came home last night, figured there was no reason for me to stay another day when I finished all my appointments. Why?"

"I just got a call from the lead photographer, that gal your brother is sticking it to, and she cannot get a hold of your cousin or brother. I want someone integral from Mad Designs to be present."

I roll my eyes and run my hand across my face. After a deep breath, and nod and then forget I’m on the phone and she can’t see me.

"Sure, Mother, I can make it, I stayed in the city last night anyway. What time is the call time?"

"Not until 1pm. And Ty?"

"Yes, ma'am?"

"The woman you took to the symphony in LA looked like a hooker."

I chuckle. "That’s because she basically was." I say as I hang up to a gasp on the other end. My mother shouldn’t be surprised, I’m photographed with a different woman for each event that I attend for anything significant. No headlines will ever read that I have a girlfriend or wife. When that day happens, hell will freeze over.

Not particularly the way I was thinking of spending my day, yet I also didn’t even have any idea of anything I wanted to do. Work was my life, well work and sex. And I wasn't feeling particularly horny at the moment; so then work would be next on my to-do list.

I lounge around the apartment until just after 1pm so I would arrive to the studio fashionably late and then made my way two floors below the penthouse to Mad Designs, the company that I was born into. The company of which I have been running for the past four years since my father’s stroke and then untimely death. My mother still has her fingers in here and there, but for the most part she relies on my cousin, Bradford, my brother, Jacob, and myself to run the place. After all, I am currently the CEO, even though mother pretends to still be fully involved in the company.

My brother and cousin are notorious for disappearing the Atlantic City or Vegas over the weekends and either stumbling into the office on Mondays or being completely MIA, why Jacob would schedule a shoot featuring the new line on a Monday baffles me. Especially with what is on the line currently with the upcoming new launch of a seasonal line.

I walk into the front area and past the startled receptionist. She quickly jumps on her phone, I assume to announce my arrival to my assistant Beth, as when I turn the corner, she is standing beside my office door with her notepad.

"Ty, we weren’t expecting you. Is everything okay?" She asks nervously as if I’ve caught her doing something she shouldn’t be.

"The wonder twins have escaped the madhouse and are on the loose." I say as explanation hating the pun as soon as I open my mouth.

"Well fuck! I didn’t actually expect your mother to send you to babysit. I thought she would ask me to do it when she called me about today,” she rolls her eyes and shakes her head.

"Mother called me to, of course do their job.” Since I’m the only reliable one. I add. “It’s really no big deal, I don’t have anything scheduled today."

"Great. Well, where do you want me?" She asks excitedly.

"If you can order us some sandwiches from the shop off Pine that would be great. I'll be in the studio on the 8th floor. Meet me down there and we’ll catch up on anything that I may have missed while in LA." I instruct.

"You got it. Anything else?"

"A lobotomy too, I hate dealing with models."

Beth has been in my life since my junior year of college. We had three business classes together that year which kindled our friendship along with the fact she was immune to my charm, to no lack of me trying. Upon graduation, when she had no job prospects, I brought her with me to M.D., and she said that she would take any job since her parents expected her to be on her own after she received her diploma. Unfortunately, the only position that was open that she would do was to work solely as my assistant.  I know that being my assistant is not a long term plan of hers, and I encourage her often to apply for jobs whenever I know of one available. Beth is in some ways my best and only true friend.

"The models sure do like you though,” she smiles elbowing me.

"Like omigod!” I mimic quietly, rolling my eyes as I walk towards the elevator.

As I step out of the elevator to the studio, I can hear music loudly thumping. I pass by several dressing stations with models in different states of undress. My vision is targeted straight to the photographer that my brother has been nailing regularly for the past year. My brother won’t settle down, but he’s enjoying the singular pussy for the time being.

"Tyson, what a surprise. Any word from Jacob? He took off for the weekend and hasn’t returned my calls all morning?" She asks holstering her camera.

"Maddie, you know that Jacob never fills me in on his whereabouts." I say kissing her cheek.

"Take a break ladies." She shouts over her shoulder.

I peer around her at the two waif-like models standing on the platforms relax and begin talking excitedly. Their gazes keep cutting to where I’m standing. I know that I’m a catch, and the looks that females give me isn’t anything that I’m not used to. Generally though, people at work tend to refrain from openly gawking unlike these ladies.

"He and Brad went to Vegas again. I got a drunk text with a picture of them with some mobster looking fella. Talking about cement blocks and fish,” she smiles as she connects her computer to the camera.

"Growing up, Jacob always wanted to be a mobster. He watched every mob crime movie in existence." I say shaking my head. 

"So, what brings you down here? You never come to the shoots?" Maddie waves her hand in the air.

"Since bonehead didn’t show, my mother wanted someone down here just in case it was needed,” I reply looking around. 

“So, then you have babysitting duty.” She smiles, not a question, but a mere statement, as I nod.

Several girls were by the craft table and I laughed. Models at a craft table, full of sweets! How ironic. They were all talking animatedly in a circle, with hand gestures and stolen glances my way.

"I'll let you get back to it; I’ll be over here if you need me." I say pointing to a chair off to the side. 

She smiles, turns, and grabs her camera. Like a drill sergeant she yells the girls’ names to get in place. Half of the girls at the craft table scatter and then all that is left is one. She and I connect eyes just ask she takes a large bite out of a doughnut. She looks like a deer caught in headlights as her teeth sink into the gooey doughnut. I smile and wink.

She is amazing, mouthwatering, and delicious looking. I blink several times and try to convince myself that I am talking about the doughnut that she’s holding, but that would be completely false. She smiles sheeplessly and wipes her mouth.  She has sleek honey brown hair, porcelain skin, full lips, breasts that make my mouth water and long killer legs. The things I could do to her.

"Allison! You're up!" Maddie calls breaking the spell. 

I watch as the model, who I now know as Allison, walk to the center of the room. I watch her take direction from Maddie and give the perfect sultry pout that Maddie always gets our best images with. 

I notice that Allison is wearing a tight mini skirt, with a strappy layered tank top, it’s part of the summer date night line that we're announcing in March. She's not like the other models, who look like they starve themselves, she doesn’t make me nauseous as I look at her. In fact, she makes me hard as I look at her. And I don’t do models.

I lied, well I rarely do models. I'll fuck one if it’s my only option, but I prefer to not be forced into mindless conversation if I have to. All the ones that I’ve met have all beauty and no brains. Something tells me that conversation with Allison would be far from mindless.

So maybe I’ll make it a point to pursue her and fuck her.

I catch a glimpse of her among the crowded room, for a small moment, our eyes lock. I feel a magnetic pull, but before I can approach, my cell phone distracts me, vibrating in my pocket. I reach for it, pull up my messages, then look up.

She’s gone.

This gig is important to me, it’s a huge deal ,and I’m so excited that my agent landed it for me. I had just finished working a chain store online and print ad campaign when my agent mentioned that she submitted me for this job. Mad Designs is one of the most leading fashion companies for the 20’s and 30’s female demographic and I was chosen to be the newest face of the company. They were interested in a fresh face for the company, and I somehow beat the competition. Who knows, I could easily land on a billboard and not just print by the size of this company. I’m the only model here with a standard body size, whereas these other girls are so teeny tiny that I don’t know how they would be considered as the body standard nowadays.

In fact, while several of the girls and I am standing around the craft table, I notice I’m the only one pawing at the doughnuts. I’m what you would call a plus sexed model, by society and the media at least. But by the general population, I’m your standard sized female, a size eight, 5’9” with tits and an ass! I’m a normal twenty-four year old, who may eat a foot long sandwich versus a salad. You know that’s okay by me. I like food. I like who I am and how I look, apparently so do others.

I was told growing up that I had a pretty face; my mom would continuously tell me that I should use my face to make money, so here I am. Making money off my good looks while I still have them and on the side, in the evenings pretending I am someone I’m not for the benefit of horny males. I’m a phone sex operator to make sure my bills are paid, and yes those do exist.

As Maddie, the photographer calls the girls away to get in front of her lens; I’m left taking a gargantuan bite out of this glazed doughnut. Just as I sink my teeth into the goodness, I notice an Adonis sitting against the far side of the studio staring at me. I can feel his eyes piercing into me, and giving me a look over. His expression doesn’t change, but I can see heat in his eyes as he winks at me. I finish my bite, smile and wipe my mouth.

He’s gorgeous, like extremely gorgeous. He’s got light stubble on his face, like he hasn’t shaved for a few days, his dirty blonde hair is slightly messy, short on the sides, but long on the top, he chiseled jaw is working on something fierce right now as I see his fingers tightening on the arms of the chair that he’s occupying. He’s dressed in a three-piece navy blue suit, his jacket unbuttoned showing off the vest that appears to be painted on him. He looked like combo of an underwear model and a baseball player, I don’t know which one had my stomach doing somersaults more since both can be incredibly sexy.

He screams sex, confidence and completely cocky, which is the polar opposite of what I normally go for, even if I had a type. I actually really don’t have a type, or I used to but it’s been so long since I’ve dated, I can’t remember.

“Allison! You're up!” Maddie calls halting my perusal of his features and snapping my attention back to the job.

The important job that will make my career!

I walk over to stand in front of the lens, Maddie is directing me to the center of the group, with the other smaller models to surround me. We rotate the outer girls, with me still standing in the middle as well as other various shots. Then we work on a few solos of me and each girl. It’s time for an outfit change, as I make my way back to the dressing areas, my eyes can’t help but to navigate over to the Adonis on the side.

He’s no longer alone, but is seated with a woman eating a sandwich, talking animatedly and smiling at her. He’s oblivious to the models and me in the room now that he has company. She looks like a suit and she also seems to be familiar with him by the way they are talking.

Must be his girlfriend. I think as I walk back behind the curtain. Meh, too good to be true.

* * *

I am gathering up my belongings when Maddie, walks into the dressing area. She stops a foot away from me and her hand reaches out.

“I hear that you’re the new girl for the face of the summer campaign? I look forward to working more with you.” She smiles as I take her hand and we shake.

“Thanks, its great meeting you. I’ve followed a lot of your work.” I lied. I didn’t follow photographers; I followed fashion, late night phone calls and my textbooks.

We walk side by side and smile at another with a short wave as we go our separate ways. She walks over to the Adonis still sitting on the side of the room, now on his phone with his eyes glancing between his watch and where I’m standing. I smile and turn away as our eyes meet.

I feel my face blush as I exit out of the studio. As I’m in the hall waiting for the elevator, I check my email on my phone. The door from the studio opens and Maddie and the Adonis walk through it, they stop behind me, I can feel the heat from his body from behind and thankfully before anyone can say anything, the elevator doors open.

The Adonis stands in between Maddie and myself, we’re all silent yet in the reflection of the elevator doors, I swear I can see his eyes on my blurry reflection. I nervously push my hair behind my ear as a throat clears.

“So, Ty, can you make sure that bonehead calls me when he gets back?”

He nods, his gaze still on mine in the reflection. The elevator doors open to the 6th floor and Maddie moves to get out.

“You coming?” Her eyes are questioning him as she holds the elevator door, expecting him to join her. If I didn’t put two and two together and figure she was dating someone else, I would have assumed that she was propositioning him. A guy looking the way he does, must get that constantly.

“No, I wasn’t even supposed to be in today, remember. I’m heading home. I’ll see you for proofs later this week, unless the wonder twins don’t return, in that case, see you tomorrow.” His voice is silky and deep, I can practically feel the goose bumps rising from the dirty thought of him throwing me against the elevator wall and whispering naughty things to me.

“Have a good night. See you soon Al.” Maddie says to me. I smile as a goodbye with a curt nod.

The Adonis, who I now know to be named Ty, pressed a button on the elevator panel to close the doors. The decent down is slow, and as he’s now leaned against the side of the elevator, I cut a glance to him. He’s staring at me, with a coy smile. His legs crossed at the ankles as he leans against the wall, with his arms crossed over his chest.

“What’s your name?” He asks cutting through the silence.

“Al – I’m Allison,” my voice breaks.

“Allison, it's nice to meet you. I’m Tyson Maddox,” I like the way he says his name, so confident, I especially like the way he says my name. I especially like it the way his voice affects the area between my legs. Push that thought down girl!

“Likewise,” he’s the big wig, the CEO of Mad Designs. And holy hot hell, he’s mouthwatering gorgeous up close.

“I’ve never seen you on one of our spreads,” he states.

“I was just hired for the new line. Today was my first day,” I simply say, my back straight , holding my head up high, striving to seem confident.

“Usually, I have a say in these things,” he mutters under his breath.

Does he not like me? Am I not model material enough for him?

The garage level opens to us and I readjust my bag and exit the elevator before him.

Not knowing how to take his comment, I smile.

“Nice to meet you, Mr. Maddox. Have a good evening,” I say over my shoulder nonchalantly as I walk towards my car.

He nods and is walking behind me. He’s following me to my car and now I’m feeling creeped out.

I turn. “Can I help you?” I say, my voice even.

“Just making sure you get to your vehicle. Never know who is lurking in the shadows,” he explains, almost crashing into me, his hands bracing themselves on my shoulders so he doesn’t run me over.

“Well, thank you. This is me. See ya,” I unlock my car, walk over to my car, open the door and slink into the seat. I don’t start the car immediately, but run my hands through my hair and look in the rearview mirror.

He’s still standing behind my car, his hands are casually in his pockets and he’s looking at my vehicle with a pensive look. I turn the car over and he begins walking away. I don’t immediately leave the parking spot, until I see him approach a Black shiny vehicle. He slides into the front seat and sits there, just as I’m doing.

Why isn’t he leaving yet?

The electric charge between us was instant - a spark that seemed to sizzle the stale air of the parking garage between our cars.

What is he thinking, sitting in his car? Why hasn’t he started his car and left yet?

A better question would be, why haven’t I?