The marvellous thing about being an underwear model was that Nikki didn't have to worry about looking good in her swimmers. She always looked good. And she definitely enjoyed the attention of other men as they appreciated just how good she looked.
On this particular day, after drying herself off enough to not drip, Nikki left the hotel pool and made her way down the hall and to the elevators. As instructed, she had managed to get herself invited to Paris (although it hadn't actually required any connivery on her behalf, which made her smug), and she was enjoying herself while her mark was off doing business. He wouldn't let her go with him, but that was okay - she probably just would have been bored and besides, she had already bugged his laptop, so all was good.
There was a well-sized group already at the elevators, to Nikki's annoyance.
"Hang on," she frowned to herself as she drew close. "They look familiar..."
"Ike?" she exclaimed incredulously.
Isaac looked up and stared at her in shock.
"Nikki?"
"What are you doing here?" they asked at exactly the same time.
The elevator dinged at that moment and the Hansons started getting in.
"Ike? You coming?" Zac asked from inside the elevator.
"I'll take the next one."
Zac shrugged and pressed the button for the elevator doors to close.
"I'm here on... work. I'm working," Nikki replied as she pressed the elevator button for the next one. "You touring?"
"Got it in one. So you got some modelling work here? That's fantastic."
"Yes... I... it's a private show," Nikki explained quickly. "Otherwise I'd invite you."
"That's okay," Isaac nodded. "My schedules pretty hectic right now, so I probably wouldn't be able to go anyway."
They stood there in an awkward silence for a moment.
"So, ahh, looks like even if I had stayed home we would have been separated anyway."
"Yeah," Nikki replied, frowning a little as she considered it. "I... I've missed you."
"I've missed you too."
The elevator arrived then. They waited for the group to set off before they got on.
"We do this a lot, don't we?"
"Yeah. What floor?"
"Six."
Isaac pressed the buttons for their floors and the door closed. Then he leant against the wall and faced her. Nikki smiled to herself as she noted his eyes gazing at her and she moved her towel from her waist to her shoulder so he could more fully appreciate her legs.
"So, umm..." he said after a noticeable clearly of his throat. "Did you... did you have enough time to think?"
"Hmm?"
"About, y'know, whether you'd like... you'd still like us to try? Even though we're going to be separated when I'm touring - or you're getting modelling jobs overseas?"
Nikki chewed her bottom lip uncertainly.
"I hate being separated."
"So do I."
There was silence for a time. Then Isaac walked over, put his arms around her waist and kissed her softly.
"I love you," he said gently.
The elevator doors started to open and Isaac started to pull away, for this was his floor.
"I love you too," Nikki replied.
Isaac smiled.
"I'm in room 12," he informed her.
"See you soon," Nikki replied quietly.
"I'll look forward to it."