Chapter 2

A couple of days later I was in town doing some shopping, after loading my bags into the car I realised my route home would take me past the photographers. I dug out my mobile phone from the bottom of my handbag (why is anything you want always at the bottom?) and called Theresa.

"Hi, it's Jayne."

"Hi darling, you must be psychic."

Having her call me darling so casually gave me that warm fuzzy feeling inside again.

"Must I, why?"

"I was about to call you, I'm doing Carla's next photo shoot tonight and she asked if you were going to be there."

"What did you say?"

"I asked if she would like you there, if so I could call you."

"And?"

Her laughter echoed down the phone.

"You beat me to it, were your ears burning?"

I giggled,

"Maybe I am psychic then."

John is on duty all night so I can come round anytime.

"On duty? What does he do then? You never did say."

I laughed,

"No I didn't, he's head of security for a nightclub chain."

"Mmmm, I bet he looks sexy in his uniform."

"I think so. I'm in town now actually; shall I meet you at the shop?"

"Good idea, Carla should be here around five so we can all go back to the flat together."

"Ok, I will be there in about ten minutes."

I parked the car and went into the shop; Theresa was behind the counter serving a customer so I stood to one side watching her as I waited. I was struck once again with the strange force of her personality, even across the room while dealing with a customer I could almost feel her eyes on me, feel myself falling under her spell. She finished dealing with the woman and turned towards me, without even thinking I found myself standing straighter, pulling my shoulders back trying to look my best for her. She smiled mischievously,

"I really must arrange a proper photo shoot for you soon, I am so looking forward to having you... in front of the camera that is."

She laughed as my face lit up then fell in disappointment

"Teasing you is so much fun Jayne. On a more serious note did you and John enjoy yourselves Saturday night?"

"Yes, we had a long talk on Sunday and sorted out how we felt about things."

She smiled and winked,

"Just a talk?"

I blushed,

"Well we did do some talking."

"And you are both happy with how things turned out."

"Yes, we worked out a few things, decided what we were happy with."

She looked serious for a moment,

"So are you still ok with seeing me?"

"Yes, you and Alan, and I want to pose for you sometime too, although John wants copies of the photos."

She laughed again,

"I'm sure we can arrange that for him. I'd like to take some tonight of you with Carla if you are both happy with that."

"I'd love it as long as she is happy with it."

I grinned,

"I told John you might want to do some of me with another woman; he really, really wants copies of those though!"

Theresa grinned wickedly,

"I bet he does. Carla should be here in a few minutes so we can ask her then."

I watched her as she bustled around the shop for the next few minutes while we waited for Carla. I was struck again by the confident way she moved, she dealt with a couple of customers and was just locking the shop up when Carla arrived.

"Hi," she said to Theresa, "sorry I'm late."

"No problem I'm only just getting ready to close the shop, why don't you and Jayne wait outside while I lock up the back."

We stood outside together,

"It's nice to see you again," I said.

"Yes, I almost called you several times over the weekend, can we talk later, just you and me?"

"Of course, anytime."

She took my hand and squeezed it gently,

"Thank you, I need to talk to someone."

Theresa came out of the shop then and immediately noticed Carla and I holding hands. She smiled and took my other hand,

"Where are you parked Jayne?" she asked giving me a kiss on the cheek.

I got a warm feeling inside as I realised what she had just done, she had sent a clear message to Carla 'she's my girlfriend - not yours.' It was the first time I had seen even the slightest hint of uncertainty about her and knowing she felt possessive about me made me feel so good inside.

Once we got to Theresa's flat she switched into what I though of as her 'photographer mode' snapping out orders in a very business like tone of voice. She sent me to make coffee while she prepared the studio for Carla's photo session. When I came back through to the studio I saw that the couch had been pushed aside and a low bed filled the far side of the room, Theresa was busy positioning the bright photographic lights. I looked around,