“No. That sounds right. I just want something to show me in a good light.”
“I understand. We’ll get you scheduled for next week.”
I held my head higher as we walked out into the main room. While my mind raced with excitement about the upcoming photoshoot, James and Morgan spoke with Ali about the appointment. I couldn’t believe this was actually happening!
6
MORGAN
I satin the bar area of Oxygen and sipped on some coffee and ate a pastry from Andrew’s coffee shop. He’d been kind enough and brought in some refreshments today, and I was in coffee heaven. As I drank my coffee, I looked over my notes from the consultations yesterday and at my upcoming schedule for today.
After Ali left to go check phone messages at the front, it was just Andrew and me at the high-top table.
“Today on your schedule are a few close friends of mine. They’re like family to me.”
“Wonderful. Which members?”
“James and Brandon.”
I nodded when I spotted them on the schedule for this afternoon.
“I have them down for two this afternoon.”
Andrew nodded and then opened his mouth as if to say something but wasn’t able to get it out. I watched him go through this motion several times before I finally asked him if he wanted to say something.
“Is there anything you want to say or tell me about them?”
“Yes. Um, so, James was my mentor when I first got involved in exploring kink. He’s incredible. Brandon…” Andrew’s voice trailed off.
“Yes? Brandon?”
“Brandon is like a little brother to me. He even works for me at the coffee shop. He’s James’ sub and a lot younger. He’s barely old enough to drink.”
I kept my eyes on Andrew’s, waiting for more. If Andrew thought he needed to warn me about a same-sex couple with an age gap, he was barking up the wrong tree. I reached for my coffee when it looked like he was ready to continue on with whatever he felt he needed to.
“Brandon has had a hard road, and the fact that he wants to do this is pretty remarkable.”
Sadly, subs or bottoms with rocky roads in their past wasn’t uncommon. It sounded like Brandon was in a good place, though, with James.
“Brandon can be kind of skittish and guarded. So I just wanted to mention that.”
“I appreciate the heads-up. I’ll make sure the conversation is relaxed, and I’ll do my best to make sure he’s comfortable.”
“Thank you.”
As I continued to look at the schedule and notes from yesterday, my mind kept drifting to Andrew’s words about Brandon. The phrase “hard road” stuck out at me, and in my experience it either meant the person had been in and out of relationships trying to find “the one,” or it meant somewhere in their rearview mirror was some form of abuse. I was hanging my hat on abuse because Andrew said Brandon could be skittish and guarded. Since I had some experience working with bottoms who had suffered abuse in prior relationships, I wasn’t worried about my appointment with them.
After I finished meeting with the couple before my appointment with James and Brandon, I walked them out into the main room. I could hear Andrew talking with some people and assumed it was James and Brandon. Once Ali had the couple scheduled for next week, I went over to Andrew and the two men he was talking to. I had been eager to meet James and Brandon and was happy when Andrew introduced them to me.
Age gap, no kidding.
I guessed there must have been close to thirty years between them. Both guys were about six feet tall and good looking. Brandon had a boy-next-door look about him with a lean frame, while James was more muscular with an I’ll-corrupt-the boy-next-door look about him. I could tell by the way James had his arm around Brandon that he was protective of him.
We went back to the private room to discuss the types of pictures the two of them wanted, and as they spoke, I started to get ideas of what we could do to showcase Brandon’s submissive nature and James’ protective, alpha side. I had been jotting some notes down when Brandon mentioned that he had modeled before. That wasn’t hard to believe. The kid was tall, lean, and had a face for modeling.
It was when he mentioned that his mother had been a model, that I started to look closer at him. As we were getting acquainted earlier, James said that Brandon was originally from Beverly Hills. Andrew’s voice rang out in my mind with him saying that Brandon was barely old enough to drink.He couldn’t be more than twenty-two or twenty-three at the most.I quickly did the math, and when it made sense, I was almost sure I was looking at the nephew I’d never seen.
“Who is your mom, if you don’t mind me asking?”
