Claire suddenly found it very, very difficult to breath properly. The heat in the room had risen to suffocating levels as she felt the soft hand against her back which sent hot little tingles resonating across her skin.
"My eyes aren't piercing, just....n-normal..." she said distantly, her face turning a fierce shade of red. Steam erupted in a symbolic gust from the kettle. "Um, I have...I have a portofolio...I, uh, I can go get it if you want...I'll j-j-just be a second..."
She swiftly detached from Jade, hopping away to her bedroom while trying to calm herself. Was Jade [i]flirting[i/] with her?[i]Her?[i/] Of all people? No, she was just...just seeing things, imagining things...besides, even if she was, Jade was probably harmless. So why was she so nervous? Because she was enjoying the flirtations?
She pulled a box from under her bed, taking out a file packed with almost every photoshoot she'd ever been in. She'd known the shoots were meant to be sexy, but she was fine that they weren't overly explicit. She looked like a model, not a porn star or cheap slut. Despite the cheerleader outfit in one, the thigh-high boots in another, the car-washing damsel in another...her favourite was the black and white perfume commercial. She was all made up to look like a star of the 30s or 40s, like Rita Hayworth or Marilyn Monroe.
She got to her feet slowly, closed her eyes, counted backwards, put her that infectious smile while banishing her red face, and decided she wasn't going to let herself be rattled. It was probably all in her mind anyway.