than to ever work with you again. Apparently, he’s still bitter about the Tokyo shoot.” Pamela said as she tried to hide her smile.
I rolled my eyes. “Christ, he is such a baby.” I dramatically leaned to the side stuffing the phone in the air holding it shock still trying to achieve a signal. “Well, whatever, this guy better be good or it’s your fucking ass.” I shot warning looks to the both of them and watched as they squirmed uneasily in their seats.
“What’s this,” I waved my hands theatrically, “…fantastic guys name, anyway?” I sighed when I finally got one bar of service.
Charles perked up. “Cailen Carmichael.”
For some reason that sent warm goo through my blood. I waved it off and continued to check my delayed messages. I could tell this would be a week from hell.
We pulled in front of our Bed and Breakfast. I immediately took note of the big fucking Moose standing in the side yard lazily chewing on a bush of berries. “Uh, who booked us in the fucking petting zoo?”
Pamela and Charles wore equal looks of shock. The driver got out and began unloading our luggage while we sat shock still watching the enormous beast devour its meal. Finally, the driver tapped on the window holding two bags on each arm and sporting an irritated scowl.
I shoved Charles motioning him to go first. His eyes got the size of saucers then eventually he huffed and opened the door. Pamela followed and I gingerly climbed from the back basically sprinting up the wooden steps and landing on the huge front porch.
Pamela rang the bell and an old, pudgy woman with long gray hair pulled into a bun answered the door. Her smile was genuine and immediately put me more at ease.
“Welcome. Please come in. It’s cold out there today.”
I watched as she hobbled into the room and gestured to the chairs to have a seat.
“Oh, no thank you. I’m actually exhausted from the trip. Could I go ahead and make my way to my room?” I asked feeling a bit overwhelmed.
She tilted her head to the side smiling. “Of course, dear, of course. Right this way.” She began climbing the steps at a snails pace. I nearly ran into her ass four separate times.
I motioned for Charles to grab my bags and he slung it over his shoulder and reached for my trunk. I let out a laugh when I heard him protesting against the weight.
She ushered me down a long hallway. I noticed the pictures that adorned the walls were of the same people all in different scenes but always the same smiles on their faces. It looked as if she had a large family and a happy one at that.
I sighed.
She stopped at the last room on the left and turned the squeaky knob letting the creaky door swing open. The stale smell hit me in the face. My eyes rolled around the room. The canopy bed was outfitted in a handmade quilt and had huge fluffy pillows resting at the top. The windows were adorned in an ivory lace that created tiny dancing shadows on the light wooden floors. There were several old armchairs sporadically placed and a huge fireplace anchored the wall. A big burning mass was already crackling sending amber rays around the room.
It was charming, but fuck I missed my marble floors, gray walls and red chaise.
She left me to unpack. I dragged my feet—adorned in mid-calf alligator boots—and sank onto the pillow-top mattress.
I made a mental rundown of my current situation: I’m in the fucking wilderness, staying at an Auntie Em inspired house and working with an unknown photographer, which has the ability to tank my entire issue depending on his expertise.
I’m fucked.
I push off the bed and head to the bathroom.
Claw-foot tub. Damn.
I sighed and turned the ancient knobs and watched as the water cascaded into the basin. Once I slipped in and gained a measure of comfort I slowly began to unwind. We would start our day at the break of dawn for the optimum lighting and