"Ooh Tara, your new boss is a feisty one," said the brunette as she walked into Tara's studio.
"What makes you say that?" asked Tara with a raised eyebrow.
"Well for starters when I got here she was yelling at some women about something and if they didn't like it she'd have them fired," she ticked off on her fingers "oh and what she said by the way was fucking funny."
"Faith continue," the blonde gave the brunette an annoyed look.
Ticking off another finger "then she came out off the office and I had a little run in with her, ....man .... she's kinda sexy "
"O' thanks Faith."
"With a sheepish grin and a shrug she replied with a ‘sorry'.
"So what you up to?" asked Faith as she picked up some articles of clothing of a work bench.
"Getting ready to dress the models," replied the blonde as she went back to work.
"Ohh goody Can I watch?" she clapped her hands together in child like wonder.
"You are such a perv," Tara said as she rolled her eyes st the gitty brunette.
"And that's why you love me," the brunette tossed back with a flutter of her eyes. Just as Faith was picking up a red silky underwear a group of models entered the room. "O' it is show time," she said in a low husky voice only she could hear.
Fifteen minutes later and all the models were still trying on outfits.
"Amanda I need you to put on outfit number three, Erica number twelve, Jamie number one, Alison number seven, and," turning around with her pen pointing at her next model. "And Willow.... your not a model."
"Oh what, you don't think I'm pretty?" teased the redhead.
"Oh no that's not what I meant. I meant your not one of my models because you could so be a model if you wanted to. Your freaking gorgeous, and I just said that out loud." the blonde panicked after the words came tumbling out of her mouth.
"Yep. So Miss. Maclay do you think anything else about me," Willow asked with a devilish lear.
‘O' god you have no idea,' "Miss. Rosenberg is there a reason why you are here?"
"Oh I just wanted to see how your first photo shoot goes." Willow smiled at her infatuation "make sure you have a good one."
Before Tara can respond Jamie walks over extremely close to Willow. "Hey Willow. How you feeling," she asked.
"Pretty good Jamie. Yourself?" replied the redhead not sure what was going on.
"I'm good. I just wanted to make sure that headache went away from that pretty little head of yours, she added as she began rubbing the fingers to her right hand on Willow's forehead.
"Umm, yeah, yeah it's ..... it's gone. The medication did the trick," Willow stuttered as the model started touching her.
"Good, that's good to hear." Jamie smiled at her boss.
"Are you ready for the shoot?" asked Willow as she tried to pull her head away from the other girls fingers.
"Almost but not yet," she gave Willow a dazzling smile and Tara not so much dazzling but more along the line of an evil grin.
"Well why don't you go finish getting ready," ‘since you weren't ready to begin with and you inturupted mine and Tara's conversation.'
"Okay I'll see you later tonight Will," said Jamie backing away.
Upon hearing Jamie's last statement to Willow hope completely left her. "Well look at the time, got to get these women to Buffy," said Tara with a fake smile.
"And she's off again," said Willow to herself as Tara stepped out of the room with Faith and the models. "Hell, might as well go watch."
Faith walked up to the engrossed redhead who had all her attention on the photo shoot.
"Hey Red do you think I could model for one of your shoots," Faith asked Willow seriously.
Willow just stared at the brunette, totally shocked with nothing to say.
"Oh come on look at these babies," Faith said grabbing here breast which were in a low cut white tank top and her signature black leather jacket. "Wouldn't they look great in leather in one of your magazines?"
Looking the other women dead in the eyes, "Faith, I think I would shoot myself if I had to see your leather clad breast in my magazines."
Standing so close to the two women talking, Tara was finding it hard not to laugh about the subject. Both Willow and Faith shot the blonde a look causing her to stop her laughter.
"So what do you say?"
"Oh come on man," Faith almost whined. "What about that old saying a friend in need is a friend indeed."
"And a friend with weed is better?" Willow finished for her "that has nothing to do with this."
"Ahhh," Faith held up a finger as she continued the next verse "and a friend with breast is better then the rest......" Faith smirked.
"Especially when they're clad in leather!" laughed Willow before she realized what she said. "Fuck "
"So you do admit it. Breast in leather are better." Faith crossed her arms in triumph "so what about that job?"
"I'll think about it," and with that Willow walked away from a grinning brunette and a laughing blonde.