Taking this slow...bear with me, it'll get dirtier. But to make it up to you, it's a long chapter!

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"What is this?" I asked my eyes in disbelief and my lips curled in a frown.

The creative director scurried to where I was and saw what I was talking about. This was blasphemous. My eyes bulged out as I went to each face and head.

"They're your partners." She said, as if it resolved and explained everything. It didn't.

"There are like thirty of them—in here." I groaned, not wanting to go near any of these half naked women. Where were their clothes, anyway?

"Yes, Jack knew that you didn't do partner shoots so he wanted to make sure you had a partner you wanted. So he brought multiple ladies, all beautiful and experienced."

I groaned.

Somehow that was even more troublesome. Their eyes stared at me as if I was a slice of meat at a desert. This was why I didn't do couple shoots.

"No..." I groaned and I wanted to back out now. This was truly uncomfortable. How was I supposed to work when I couldn't feel comfortable in my own skin.

"Just choose one. You're wasting time." She complained as she stood behind me with her large glasses. I had not even known she had been standing behind me.

"Fine. Let's just start." I nodded to one of them. It was better to listen to the woman.

The sooner we begin, the sooner we would end. And I just wanted to go home. I ignored the giggling. Start and move on...that was the plan.

But, it was never easy for. Nothing ever came easy for me.

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More than thirty minutes passed and we haven't gotten to the second outfit and we weren't even on the first pose.

"Stop. Stop!" The photographer shouted, her tone annoyed. In my opinion, they were making this harder than it should be. Including the fiesty photographer.

"You're straddling him again. Stop straddling him." She sighed as she set her camera away from her eyes. The model was definitely bothering her. It was bothering me. I didn't know why this was so difficult. I didn't understand why the model, as gorgeous as she was, couldn't follow the photographer's directions.

We were on the fifth model, and they were all the same. All of them too touchy, their eyes roaming and their focus not on the job.

I stood up, pushing the thin model away from me. I sighed as I went to the photographer. Her eyes looked up at me when I neared and she tilted her eyebrows as she questioned me silently. I had not needed her to voice out the question.

"Aren't you making this ten times more difficult then it should be?" I pressed.

I wanted to annoy the woman a little bit. I was still a young child that way, wanting to tease and bother the person that intrested me.

"Perhaps, but don't you want thw good image to be published? And you insult me saying I would do this to spite you. That's unprofessional." She looked at me with contempt, but went to look at the pictures on the computer, waiting for me to follow.

I liked it. The look she gave me, it was refreshing. She was a keeper.

I liked it. The way she looked at the me in the picture. She was definitely a keeper, someone I wanted to work with. I admired her and how she focused on the work before her.

My eyes widen at the picture. It was not...very nice.

"See..." Seeing my widened eyes, she whispered.

"Wow...that's uhmm..."

"I-I..."

I really wanted to say what I thought it looked like. I really did, but I kept my tongue in my mouth, but I had not needed to.

"This is why I can't end the shoot. Not when this is the picture I have." She sighed. "It's looks like a porno—an awkward one at that."

I flinched slightly, but it was true. My hands were on the model's waist, but it looked awkward and fake. I loved flirting, but touching...touching was another thing. It was obvious in the picture that I was uncomfortable with my hands on the woman.

This hurt my pride. I felt exposed. At the same time, it just made me realize that if this was how it was going to continue, it was not going to work out.

"This isn't working..." I said. It really wasn't and I wanted to go home and sleep. "None of the models are going to work..."

"Where are you going?" She called out, her voice pitching up.

"I'm exhausted. I can't do this." I sighed, as I took the jacket off and handed it to her.

"Schedule another day, with a model I can work with."

"No, you can't!" She grabbed my arms, pulling at the jacket. I didn't pull away, and I just stared at her hands that held unto me. I did not feel the shudder that would usually come. I raised an eyebrow as she huffed and tried to keep my feet in place. She was strong, but I was stronger. "We have to finish up today. I have to go to Germany for a shoot."

"Then do it after."

"No." She shakes her head fervently, almost causing a headache to form. " I'll be gone for five months. And this catalogue is being printed in a few weeks. This needs to be done now."

"Then take the models away." I sighed, I wasn't going to work with the models. It wasn't going to work out.

"But...it's a couple shoot, I can't just shoot you two separately. That defeats the purpose." I rolled my eyes. I knew it was a couple shoot, that was given.

"Then what do you want me to do? They aren't doing their job."

"You're not doing your job! Jack said you were the best and it had to be you! So do you damn job!" She slapped my chest.

"How? It looks like a fucking porno!" She blinked, her green eyes narrowing down on me. She did not correct as she knew I was right. "Just like you said." I breathed out lastly.

"Well, you can't just leave." She huffed out, matching my frustration/anger.

"Watch me." I dared, my eyes heated and daring.

"No. Over my dead body." She held unto my waist and I wanted to wring her pretty neck.

The tension was high. We were staring into each other's eyes, neither was backing down as we played our charismas to win against each other.

Then some brave fool had the galls to interrupt our moment.

""What?" We both snapped at the intruder.