Thank God Amanda explained everything to him before the introduction. I wouldn't have been able to concentrate while talking to this handsome, tall guy standing right in front of me. He was the kind of guy who would make girls go crazy for him. Did you hear him say his name was Jackson, like two hours ago? God, I have a soft spot for men with that name.
The drive back to my company had my heart beating out of my chest at the sight of Jackson sitting in the back seat with me, while Amanda, my Manager, drove like she was auditioning for the new Fast and Furious franchise.
"Debbie!!!" I heard Amanda's voice call out, bringing me back to reality.
"Yes," I responded after realizing that everyone was looking at me like they were waiting for a grand opening speech.
"Jackson is ready for the photoshoot, but there isn't any model for the shoot," Amanda told me.
"For real? I thought you talked to one?" I asked curiously.
"Yes, I did. The photographer standing right here is who I talked to. You choose to find the model for the new dress since our model is sick," she responded.
It dawned on me that she was right.
"What was I thinking that made me forget that I needed a model?" I asked myself.
I stared at the photographer, and his eyes met mine, causing an electrifying chill inside me.