A Taste of Spring

It took longer than Spring realized to get the house cleaned and now she was running late. She hurried by a man, bumping into him as she passed by. "Sorry," Spring called over her shoulder. She paused long enough to give him a sympathetic smile before continuing on her way.

"You're late," Brandi said, just as Spring plopped down in the seat across from her in the waiting room.

"Almost late," Spring choked out, as she tried to catch her breath. She knew that Brandi, a light skinned beauty with short light coiled hair, sultry eyes, and full lips, was gorgeous but... (Wow.)

Brandi gave her a hard stare for several seconds before she half smiled. "It's fine,". She handed Spring a mini bottle of water. "The receptionist says that Mr. Spencer is running late too. So, get your game face on so we can do this."

Spring took a sip of water and tried to relax as she peered over Brandi's shoulder to look at the receptionist who hadn't even acknowledged her.

"Thank you," she said to Brandi after catching her breath.

Thank God Brandi isn't a bitch, Spring thought as she took another sip of the water. She hated working with ego-bitches.

"Have you worked with Mr. Spencer-"

the receptionist said with a hint of snark, interrupting Brandi, "he's ready for

the same words the

of those arrogant perfectionist photographers. Suddenly feeling hot all over, she glanced at Brandi, who shot her a crossed-eyed

she noticed the silence. Her wide eyes took in all the people watching them. Her

(Oh, my!)

no shadows hid him today. He was tall, dirty

a place of business." The receptionist's shrill tone broke Spring's uncomfortable staring contest with the famous photographer. "You

Her attention swung from Spring to the receptionist with a frown on her face.

hair was a mass of loose curls with ends that touched the tips of his ears. His profile

deep voice said, so quietly that if the room hadn't been surprised into silence, Spring doubted that anyone would have

along with everyone else in the room, focused on Mr. Spencer. He wasn't looking at Mel, the receptionist, but was facing away from them. His hands were busy with

as if a God had spoken. No one moved. No one said a word. For several seconds you could hear a pin hit the floor. It wasn't until Mr. Spencer moved to a table that held more camera gear that the room erupted

walked over to Spring and motioned for her and Brandi to follow

into the receptionist's wide glassy eyes. Mel looked a little paler and seemed to have deflated right there in front