Don't be shy, that was so easy for beautiful, spirited Kiri to say, Talia had always been shy, would always be shy. It was just a part of her. And when told to go forward she took a step, hesitant and not sure what to do. Kiri and Patrick seemed to be passing teasing jokes back and forth, the girl wondered for a moment if perhaps they were sleeping together to have such an easiness about them, but that really was not any of her business, not at all. She was a business, and this was business as well, she would do well to remember that.<br/><br/>She let out a soft sigh of relief when Kiri changed, telling Patrick to take the lead, that would be easier, however the way he moved toward her, it was so intense and startling, she took an instinctive step back. No man had ever looked at her like that, and she found her pulse racing, her eyes darkened, lips parting softly, there was a look of surprise and yet, a shy welcome showed on her face. As he moved closer she took another step back, almost like a dance before his question came, she nodded, slowly. And found herself quickly pulled against him, a soft touch, yet demanding at the same time, he surrounded her so quickly, his masculinity contrasting with her all to feminine appearance. With his height and bright hair against her smaller figure and darker hair they must have made a striking pair.<br/><br/>There was a tender sort of awe in her eyes, the slight flush to her cheeks could be mistaken for that of someone in their first love perhaps, and she could not tear her eyes away from his, not with him looking at her like that. How in the world had she ended up here, in her studio, dressed in one of her best designs with a men dressed the same, held in the arms of a male god in modeling. She didn't know, but for one moment she let herself sink into the feelings just this one stand still in time gave her, her face showed them, softer, shyer, sweeter then the intensity of Patrick's, a balance, just like their looks and figure.