Evrrything seemed to be her decision. It appeared he was giving her complete control of whatever they did, choosing which outfits she wanted to try on, which he would take photos of and if any would be without wearing anything. How much more secure did she need? She smiled back at him.<br/><br/>Whilst the photographer was having another coffee, Emma did not fancy a second one herself yet. She looked instead at all the cream pots were left and thought it be a shame to waste so many. She looked again at Ross then stretched over to take one of them. As before the teen repeated what she had done with his eyes upon her every moment. The cream tasted just as delicious when she stuck out her tongue to lick it. This time she did not create as much mess as last time but still needed another serviette to clean her mouth with.<br/><br/>Looking back again to the guy in the blue suit, she wondered when he was going to take her down to the studio for her to try on some of the outfits she had marked in his album. She looked up at a clock behind him before sitting back to fidget again with her navel stud. "I've been thinking of getting an anklet. Do you think it will look nice." She lifted her right leg and bent her knee so she could put her foot up on the seat where she was sitting. Pulling up her jeans a little she showed him her ankle where she would put it. "Probably I might get a matching bracelet to go with it and put it on mt left wrist, do you think." She gave the photographer a beautiful smile looking at his lips which she suddenly wanted to kiss but did not know why. Something about him captivated her and made her tell him all of her secret thought. Though she hesitated to tell him her feeling but suspect he already knew what she was thinking.