"Keep taking as many shots." She said as she tried to move with me but she was too focused on the camera. She wasn't focused on the shot itself, the pose nor the clothes.

"Dollface, focus on me." She looked at me strangely before going back to barking orders at Lucas.

And I must say Lucas was whipped because he followed her every nit picky words.

I sighed as I pulled her closer by her waist and cupped her warm cheeks until she was looking up at me with her unsettling green eyes.

"Be a good Doll and focus on me."

Another snap.

Another shutter.

"What are you?" She tried to move away but I firmly held her my eyes on the camera as I leaned closer to her neck.

"More, take more Lucas. We're going to have to choose one and we need ones that's going to wow Jack." C. D. ordered as she watched the pictures that were being uploaded. "Jimin grab her toghter, it's better but I want more romance!"

I pulled her closer to me, her hands pushed against my chest so she would be as far as she could away from me without compromising the pose. She was better at this than I thought.

"Stop." She tried pulling away so there would be more sitance between our lips.

"You heard the woman. More romance. Less scowling." I said as I pressed my face closer to her, deeper into her neck. At least it wasn't closer to her lips—those soft kissable...

"Okay...next!" She let out a relieved sigh and pulled away. "We'll do the swimwear next, and then move on to the jackets." The others nodded and scurried around and she was rushed away back into the dressing room. "Jimin, you're doing great."

My fingers felt empty without it touching her. It was strange...never felt such a longing within my bones.

Something about her was perfection and in my definition anything that was perfect needed to be admired.

"Jimin?" I looked up at the Creative Director.

"Sorry, I didn't hear. Say that again?"

"I just wanted to say that you're amazing. You're working with her so smoothly." The large circular glasses on her nose slid down with a glare from the lighting.

"Hmm."

"We'll have to make some adjustments on the pictures...I wish we had her size. She has such a wonderful body, though she's much bigger in the chest and ass than I thought. It doesn't bring out Jack's vision when the clothes don't fit her like a glove. If only we had her size."

"That's for Jack to decide." As I took the jacket that would be the main highlight. The woman didn't know what she was talking about. She with her curves was perfect. "Besides, she's better than the stick girls that you brought me."

She would have responded if not for the clack noises of the heel that she wore now.

My attention shifted to her gladly. It was a hundred times better dealing with her because she was honest and real. There was no fake formalities going around.

I gasped at her, my mouth slightly slack as my eyes wandered to her dressing. She only had a red lace brassiere with the jacket that matched in design with mine and a tight black skinny jeans. Her lips were less red, they had a pink tone to them.

Wow...she looked good.

She was amazing. Especially those exposed twin globes, I wanted to suck on them.

Is that what most men thought of when they see boobs, because I understood now. They were definitely worth the attention and obsession.

"Let's begin!" The Director clapped again.

And we began the shoot once more.

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We were finally on the last one but the problem was the crop top. It looked too sexual and slutty. Her breasts too large to make it innocent. It was sultry.

With no choice, she took it off without hesitation.

"What are you doing?"

"It's not working." She spoke without looking at me. She was in work mode once again and it gave me pride. "It needs to stand out. Cohesively..."

I watched as she licked her lips and smacked them. She set the top down on the floor, setting it nicely but seemingly careless, to make it look natural.

"Hey, lay down."

"Sweetheart? What is it?" The Director asked curiously, her voice was much lower and tiredness was in it.

It was 10:42 in the evening. I was yawning. I wanted to sleep, forever for once.

"Trying to see if this will work. It'll be as if we—the couple—got caught as we were making out and so the shirt is off but the jacket is on—to cover ourself." Her words flowing out like honey.

"Ooh, very boudoir..." she smirked, her interests piqued. "Jimin, dear, lay down. Let's try it out."

I shrugged as I yawned again, moving slowly to the floor, making sure not to cover the shirt.

My butt on the cool floor, I settled down and took off my shirt too and settled it, only letting the design show. I motioned her as she crawled her way to me.

I watched her breasts bump into each other as she moved. I watched until I couldn't see it anymore with her sitting next to me.

"What next?"

"This." She pushed me down and half straddled me, only one leg over my body as she hovered over me. "Lucas take the picture."

I stared into her lips, letting the pink hues lull me into a trance.

How soft they looked...

So plump and full of color.

Her cute nose and her eyes shaped like a doll's round eyes.

She was real.

Feeling her waist under my hands I knew she existed because I could feel the blood pumping under it.

She moved again, changing the pose, letting her body move even further into me. She was solely working on work.

And I was solely focused on the woman's attractive features. My thoughts overfilled with only her.

I felt a sting on my left cheek.

"What?" I asked randomly. I came back to reality.

She slapped me.

"You—you kissed me!"