'Are you sure you want to do this?' Tristan asked me as I sat in the hair and make-up chair in the photographer's studio being prepared for the photo shoot by a team of make-up artists.
'What do you mean?' I said, keeping an eye on what was happening to my reflection in the mirror.
'The photo shoot. Are you sure this is the way you want to go? Once the photos are taken there's no going back.'
'Stop talking like it's the end of my career,' I said, laughing airily at him. 'This is the beginning of a new chapter for me, I just know it is.' I could see Tristan wasn't looking too impressed, his face screwing up into his unsure expression. 'What's on your mind?'
'Nothing. You've said for years that you would only do tasteful modelling and now you're doing an underwear campaign?'
'The photographs will still be tasteful, you said so yourself when you were the one trying to convince me to take the job. Now I'm here and suddenly you want me to drop it?'
'That's not what I'm saying-'
'Then what are you saying Tristan?' I was getting annoyed now, anger bubbling up inside me, threatening to boil over. 'Please just let me know what's going on so I don't have to keep guessing all the time.'
'I'm worried about you. I get the feeling you're doing this for all the wrong reasons. I don't want you to throw your career away just to outshine another model for five minutes.'
'For moment there is sounded like you actually cared about me,' I joked.
'I do care Scarlett,' Tristan said as I stood up from my chair, pulling my dressing gown around me and walking off in the direction of the shoot.
'Nonsense Tristan, you just care about the money I bring in. I'm your biggest client, in fact I think I'm your only client who's actually earning any money at the moment. If I stop earning then you will go under.'
'That's true,' he admitted reluctantly, 'but that's not the whole story. You know I love you Scarlett, I would do anything for you.'
'You're my agent Tristan, not my boyfriend. Professional and private never mix well.' I shut out everything after that, preparing myself mentally for the photo shoot. These photos could make me or break me. It was a good thing I always liked taking risks.
'Scarlett,' I heard Christian call in his creepy voice. 'We're ready for you now.'