<div class="floatright">(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/ae/cb/2b/aecb2b7b7d48b51b509a0fa22e437135.jpg)</div>The sound of the car’s honk had barely cleared through the air and I was out the side door, padding barefoot along the paved pathway, waving excitedly with one hand to the blonde woman still behind the wheel of the Boss and carrying a red Solo cup filled with iced coffee in the other. It’s engine slowly rumbled to a stop, the sleeping beast now quiet when she cut it off. Clad in a white tank top, braless underneath, and an easy pair of jean cut-off shorts, I helped open the door so Lizzy could step out of the automobile.<br/><br/>“She sounds perfect! I’m so glad we found you.” I grinned, lifting my free hand to run it through my hair and push the straight strands out of my face. “Marlon is going to be over the moon. He’s still on a business call right now but will join us as soon as he’s done. However, I am way to excited to see what you brought for us to wear to wait out here for all that.”<br/><br/>The sun was bright and gleamed off the chrome and paint of the car as I led Lizzy back down the path I had came. I skipped the door I exited, however, and kept moving towards the other side of the mansion. “I hope you took the car for a drive before you brought it back. I know you’d enjoy how she flies when she’s working right.” I spoke over my shoulder, grinning back at the woman as we moved down the paved path. “I had the photographer set up in the pool house back here. The light is gorgeous in there all day, and it’s a big enough space we can move things around if we need to. There is a small bedroom and bathroom as well so we can change right there without needing to worry about privacy.”<br/><br/>The pathway opened up once we rounded the corner of the mansion and stepped fully into the back of the property. It meandered towards the pool area and the pool house wasn’t far off. I kept moving towards the building but slowed my steps so I could walk alongside Lizzy now. Our arms brushed up against each other as we stepped closer to the patio. The full wall of windows was open on the pool house, and the photographer – an older gentleman wearing black jeans and a mis-matched gray button-down shirt – could be seen fussing with his backlighting set up.<br/><br/><div class="floatleft">(https://images.dwell.com/photos-6425018707219456000/6425019522722512896-medium/modern-pool-house-exterior-designed-by-jbellessa-design-indoor-outdoor-living.jpg)</div>I wanted Lizzy at ease, comfortable, and to have fun. So still out of earshot of the other person, I lifted my drink, gesturing towards him. “Paul is a photographer who I have worked with before on several shoots. He has a great eye for detail, and practically disappears behind the lens. Typically, though, I’m getting naked in front of him for those shoots, so this will be something different and I’m excited to see how it turns out.”<br/><br/>With my free hand, I touched her forearm softly. “Can I get you something to drink? Are you hungry at all?”<br/>