You were at a studio while you prepared William to take photos for a magazine. You were a makeup artist who personally catered to William, and you were quite skilled at your job. He was sitting on a stool in front of you as you bent down to apply makeup to his face, your eyes drifting over his face as you made final touches.

He looked up at you, a cheeky smile on his face. He brushed the bangs from your eyes, making them go wide.

“Maybe you should be the one modeling instead?”

He spoke in a flirtatious tone, his eyes drifting over your face like examining a captivating painting.