Max grinner at Natasha's comment. He almost suggested that he might be bi but thought better of it.
As she started to pose Adrian started to take the snaps, this time sing the flash to add some fill in lighting.
She was gracefull and elegant as she stood by some of her examples of her work, and Max knelt or used the small steps to get different angles, different viewpoints.
Soon they were on their own as he composed and fired.
As Natasha posed by different pieces of work, she soon stood to a piece of the furniture, an old Grecian style bust.
"Go on Natasha lets have a cheeky pose by the bust?"
As she pretended to kiss the bust, he teased her, encouraged her, as she relaxed and started to act almost like a late teen.
"Want a look?" he asked as he put the camera down. She was attractive and curvaceous, and he would love to have her pose for him in slightly more sexual but not too revealing attire.
Max met Natasha's eyes as she asked him "Why were you wanting pictures outside of the artwork?"
He smiled. "You look so serious, stressed I guess, thought it might relax you a bit, which judging by that cheesy smile it has done. Are we done inhere? If so, fancy a coffee and a lite lunch?"
As he spoke he put his camera back into his day sack.
Max had packed his camera and flash unit, and so when Natasha asked if he was ready to go, he simply nodded.
"Sure..."
He followed her t the car, saying good bye to the wierd guy whom he accused of having a crush on Natasha before he placed his bag in th e back of her car, and sat in the passenger seat.
Max got out of the car with his camera bag and followed Natasha to the small Diner as she led the way, Max walking by her side.
He entered and it was quiet inside, a few tables were occupied and the staff seemed generally polite and courteous as they entered. They were shown to a table and they sat down
"The Soup spot has so much good food have you ever been here?"
"Can't say I have" he volunteered, looking around and then at the menu. Max stretched out one of his legs under the table accidentally rubbing her leg. he apologised but didn't bother moving it away.
"So what do you recommend? I prefer something light like a salad...."
Max looked at the menu and then at Natasha, as the light caught her beauty, her cleavage slightly exposed to him.
"I'll have a Caesar's Song please" folowing Natasha's suggestion; he asked the charming waitress, as his eyes followed her back to the counter.
He was tempted to get the Mac out and to start looking at the photos he took just at her exhibition but decided better of it, too much conversation time was lost due to social media and those smart phones.
"So Natasha, are you all set for the opening?" He sipped his water...
"Is it an evening opening with the guests in their DJ's?"
Max smiled as he sipped his cold beer from the bottle.
"No, I have a tux, or as I prefer to call it a DJ..... Rather I was wondering what you would wear, mature and glamorous I'm sure... Will your husband be supporting you that night?"
No he... He is not one for anything that is not his company or societal level. He accepts that I do this and finds time to throw it in my face that it is his money that lets me have time to do rubbish like this.
She shook her head no at his words. Thinking that there really was nothing to her marriage other than conveniently it kept her in art supplies and loneliness.
He thought he saw, sensed an air of loneliness, and frustration. The lack of blushing on her behalf to his comment mades him wonder if Natasha hadnt had sex for some time.
As their orders arrived, Max ate his soup and salad, nodding Ppreciatively "this is good"
As he ate he had an idea for ashoot..
"You know Natasha you are rsther attrative, alluring. Would you let me take photos of you whilst working?"
She looked a little surprised at his words but nodded.
Okay... Sure. I tend to live at the studio when he is away on business so just stop by after we have done the show. I am there for the next couple of weeks
"And if it isnt so forward what do you wear when you are painting?"
He had vissions of possibly either an over sized mansshirt, and or a baggy slouchy jumper the style that slips of the shoulder exposing her flesh,band bra smtrp if worn.
He lost himself for a moment anticipating the latter.
She watched his eyes and smile. What was he thinking about to be asking stuff like that? Yet another person romanticizing artists and how they work. How strangely sweet at least from him if that was the case.
Max smiled and blushed simultaneously. "A mixture of curiosity and thinking ahead for the shoot is all."
Max started to ask Natasha questions about the opening night and her plans for the day, as they ate their meal. The waitress removed their empty plates, and they both ordered a n after lunch coffee as they chatted and made their plans.
An hour or so later Max was at home, having been dropped of by Natasha and he started to review the photos taken that morning, from the ones of Natasha in Boyden's to her exhibits and those exhibit shots of Natasha, including the light-hearted ones at the end.
A couple of hours later he was finished and he emailed some to Natasha, together with the private page on his Flickr account for her to see all of them.
On the afternoon of the opening, he walked to Boyden's in the autumnal sun, carrying his DJ over his shoulder as he walked through the streets, enjoying the warmth, His black shoes shone in the light, and his bow tie had taken him several attempts to remember how to tie a pukka bow tie.
Even Fiona, the barista teased him as he ordered his coffee, and he sat waiting for his 'date'
Max looked up as he heard the old fashioned door bell indicating the door had opened, and his jaw almost smashed on the table as he looked, stared at her in total disbelief.
"Sure!" he offered finishing his coffee, and moments later he was following her to the car and the opening night.,
Arriving to the applause and questions about the various pieces. She twirled around among the guests and smiled... Truly smiled she introduced Max to several people including the owner and his husband who also made quiet comment about her waste of existence other half before dashing off with her to speak with someone who was interested in commissioning some art from her.