A/N: Highly suggest you start playing the above song when you begin reading. 

☼Leila Perez☼

I aimed for a relaxed position but inside I was anything but relaxed. I didn't want to do a LINGERIE photo shoot with CASTOR! That stuff means skin against skin! I don't want to do that! 

Or do I? I blushed profusely at the thought. Was I nervous, scared or annoyed? God, I need to stop worrying. But, then again, God apparently ships me and Jerk. 

The cameraman sighed, "Stop blushing please!"

I took a deep breath and tried to focus on the camera.

I swivelled my butt around to face the camera and ran a hand through my hair. The camera flashed. The director ordered, "Stay right there! We're getting a good shot of the underwear. Pop out your left hip, Leila."

I obeyed and placed my free hand on it. 

"Perfect!" he shouted and the camera flashed again. 

Lucy's voice drawled, "We're ready!"

I turned around and I swear I almost had a heart attack. My face was probably a bright shade of red. My eyes went and raked him while my mind screamed for them to stop. I gulped. 

In glorious 3D, all five-foot-ten of him, was a half-naked Castor looking almost identical to a certain somebody I once modelled with. His dark brown hair had been tousled to make it look like he'd just been sleeping. He had well-defined biceps, pecs and abs. I caught myself staring at his six-pack for a little longer than necessary. I trailed down the rest of him. A pair of black silk shorts. I snapped my head back up to meet his smirk.

He grinned happily, "I knew I'd make you notice my looks some day."

"Still not as hot as Francisco," I muttered.

Lucy chuckled. I knew she'd heard me. 

The director ordered him to stand beside me and frowned, "They aren't matching."

Immediately I knew which bra and panty set would match the boxer shorts and I inwardly groaned. 

*****

I emerged ten minutes later after being prepared into a pair of black silk panties that revealed my whole leg, and a lingerie top. The top had a black silk bra that flowed into a see-through lace tank top finishing just an inch above my hips. The panties had straps attached. I'd worn bikinis and done fashion shows in VS lingerie, but nothing, NOTHING, had ever been as sexy as this. 

I sighed, taking a deep breath, and walked to meet Jerk. Like mine had to him, his eyes gave me a very slow once-over. The director nodded, "Perfect! You two look great together!"

I murmured under my breath, "Because God ships it."

"Did you say something?" Castor asked genuinely.

I smiled gently, "Nothing."

The director said dramatically, "This will be an amazing shoot! Leila stand in front of to the left of Castor and cock a hip. Castor cross your arms."

I stepped forward and slightly to the right so I was just in front of Castor's left half. I poked out my left hip and placed my hand on it with an alluring smile.

The camera flashed.

"Mm... that's okay. We need you closer together I think." Lucy said, reviewing the images.

The director nodded, "Okay then. Stand back to back in front of the camera please."

I turned and my back collided with Castor's stomach. I could feel his warm skin through the tiny lacy material. I tried to control my breathing and keep a neutral face. 

"Perfect!" the director said, "Now we want something a bit more fun. Just be yourselves please."

"Uh," Lucy intruded, "They themselves are constantly arguing."

"Turn that arguing heat into flirty teasing!" he directed.

Castor smirked, "And we do that how?"

I rolled my eyes and drawled, "Tease, obviously."

Castor raised an eyebrow, "How do you propose we do that, Barbie?"

Third time. Why was he calling me Barbie? Because I'm a model, I chided myself. But... it seemed to have a bit more meaning than that.

I raked my eyes across his abs and placed a hand on his chest with a mischievous grin, "Fake-flirt, Ken."

Castor blinked, "D-did you just call me Ken?"

I giggled as he chuckled. The camera flashed. I removed my hand and stepped closer, "Maybe, maybe not."

The camera flashed.

"You're pretty good at this you know," he murmured, "Looking good in front of a camera."

"Thanks," I blushed and stepped back, faking a curtesy. He faked a bow and the camera flashed. 

"Good job, you two, keep up that palpable chemistry."

I scoffed. Chemistry? Yeah right. 

Actually...

I stole a glance at Castor. The camera chose that exact moment to flash. 

The cameraman chuckled. 

I sighed.

The director instructed, "Now, Leila, I want you to get on his back."

"Wh-what?" I stuttered. Get on Castor's back? But Castor is shirtless. And I am pantless. Which means my sexy lingerie is going to be coming in very close contact with him. Not to mention my down there area... 

Without giving me warning Castor hoisted me over his shoulder. I let out a small squeak, "Castor!"

"Sorry Barbie," he laughed.

The camera flashed as I hung upside down over Castor's shoulder.

"Castor!" I giggled.

The camera flashed again and Castor let me swing myself awkwardly around. My legs were wrapped around his waist now and my arms were around his neck. I felt bare. Was he as nervous as me right now? I was freaking out in fact. Did... did I like Castor? 

Yes. 

Yes I did. 

⚔Castor Cruz⚔

Oh. My. God. THE DAUGHTER OF ALL THINGS SEXY HAS HER LEGS WRAPPED AROUND ME. HER LEGS ARE BARE ON FULL DISPLAY FOR ME TO SEE. WHY DOES SHE HAVE TO BE GORGEOUS, SMART AND SASSY? LIKE SERIOUSLY I AM STRUGGLING TO BREATH. 

Wait.

Oh God. 

I like her. 

(A/N: Had to put that in there for you to see the reaction ;))

☼Leila Perez☼

I tried to control my breathing as I snuck my head into the crook of his neck, my blonde hair falling down his shoulder.

The camera flashed and the director laughed, "That one is gorgeous! I have to ring up."

"Ring up where?" I asked nervously as Castor quickly put me on the ground, stepping away.

Did he seriously not like me that much that he couldn't stand to be near me. But as I watched I saw he was struggling to breath. Like really badly. I rushed forward and put a hand on his bicep, "Castor?!"

He was hyperventilating. Was it a panic attack? I used to get those... after Dad... But I didn't think this was the same thing. I murmured, "Castor, speak to me."

Everyone behind the camera seemed frozen. Lucy walked over, "Leila, go get changed. I'll help out Castor."

I shook my head quickly and stepped closer to Castor, "No way am I leaving him!"

I froze, thinking on what I just said. Did I just say that out loud?

I gulped, "Because he's my friend."

Castor was really having a hard time to breath.

"What's your name?" I remembered from Health Class.

He stuttered, "C-Cast-Castor."

"Okay, do you know who I am?"

He forced himself to look up at me as he panted, "N-Nerd."

I stifled a laugh, "Thanks Jerk. Do you have asthma?"

His breathing was starting to become normal. He shook his head. "No. Not asthma."

He took in a final deep breath and righted himself. He smiled sadly at me, "Something else."

"Your dad?" I dropped my voice to a murmur.

He looked taken aback at first. Then he nodded slowly, "Yeah..."

I wrapped my arms around his neck on impulse, "Sorry that you had a panic attack."

He grinned, "I'm all good." He wrapped his arms around my waist and suddenly I was alert again. We were in front of people at a photo shoot. He was shirtless. I was in something a stripper would wear. And the camera flashed. 

"I change my mind," the director said softly, "That's the one getting sent in."

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