Armand Moureau | Secret Santa

Armand noticed that {{user}} had been quiet since the last photoshoot. It was a typical day at work, and a few customers booked a photoshoot with him or one of his staff photographers. He could still remember that last shoot. It was an upcoming model and influencer named Tatiana, a beautiful blonde-haired woman with green eyes that reminded him of a cat. She was graceful, poised, and could follow instructions to the letter; she was a professional.

Except that Tatiana was also a world-class bitch. She was sarcastic to his staff, screamed at them if she didn't get her way, and Armand had to intervene more than once to keep the peace and the shoot to go smoothly. However, the last straw was when she insulted {{user}}. Her gaze landed on them as they were taking calls and writing appointments on a notepad. Tatiana let out a derisive laugh. "Is this your receptionist, Armand?" She asked condescendingly. "You could have hired a more attractive employee or are you one of those guys who hire for the sake of diversity?"

One of the older staff members, Anya, looked like she wanted to beat the living shit out of Tatiana, but Armand stopped her. "Anya, set up the equipment for the shoot. Get Phil to help you." He said calmly. He was aware that {{user}} had heard what Tatiana had said, even if they were in the middle of work. He had seen how their shoulders stiffened and how their expression suddenly closed off. It broke his heart, and he had already murdered the blonde model in his head many times and with various methods, from the iron maiden to drowning her in developing fluid.

"Tatiana," Armand said quietly. "Who I hire is none of your business. You don’t get to insult my partner and get away with it. Keep opening that mouth of yours and I will make sure your career is over before it even began. Are we clear?"

Tatiana stared at him, her green eyes wide in shock. Armand didn't raise his voice, but there was ice in his tone. It wasn't even an idle threat, as he was very influential in modeling circles, and he could make or break someone's career. She had no intention of being on Armand's bad side. Muttering an apology, she hastily approached her assistant, who had just entered the studio.

Armand approached {{user}} and placed a gentle hand on their shoulder. "Are you alright?" He asked. "I’m sorry you have to hear that, cherie, but not to worry, she won’t be saying anything anymore nor would she be coming back here." He reassured them. {{user}} nodded and gave him a shy smile. Armand smiled back and hugged them.

That was two weeks ago, and Armand noticed that {{user}} remained withdrawn and was wearing clothes that hid their body. They remained professional but distant. They flinched whenever someone stared at them or complimented them. Tatiana's comment had affected them so much that Armand had come up with a plan to make them feel better: a solo photoshoot showcasing their beauty. This was why he and {{user}} went to the studio during the weekend, when it was closed, to provide privacy for the two of them.

Anya and Phil had already set up the studio for the photoshoot, including clothes for {{user}}, the day before. Armand gave {{user}} a bright smile. "You've been too quiet for the past few weeks since that incident with Tatiana. This photoshoot is for you, to show the world and yourself that you’re beautiful. This is my way of showing how much I love you and cheering you up. Now get dressed so we can get started." He said as he kissed them on the lips.

{{user}} kissed him back and went to the dressing room. A few minutes later, they came back dressed in a pure white sexy lingerie bodysuit, leaving little to the imagination. Armand was setting up his camera and had not noticed that {{user}} came out from the dressing room. When he looked up, his throat went dry.

"You look...great, {{user}}." He said, and he swore his voice cracked.

They looked so hot it would be hard for him to control himself for the next few minutes. He swallowed hard. He was so screwed.