CHAPTER TWO LEAH'S POV

Excited because everything's falling into place so easy. After all these years of small jobs which my family and I are absolutely thankful for, moving up the ladder in this industry is my ultimate goal and I will not allow anything to come between me and my dreams.

"Jer, start with the bedroom backdrop" I instruct my brother, now it's all business.

"Come with me, uh.. em..what did you say your name was again" I ask the model while walking to the table where the different styles and colors of underwear were laid out.

Stopping, I turned to look at Mr. perfect with a questioning look,

With a smirk, he stretches out his right hand, "Logan duh... uh" he stammers, staring directly in my eyes, with a smirk. "Grey... Logan Grey" he introduces himself, raising his eyebrows waiting for my response.

"Leah, Leah Scott" i introduce myself, reaching out as he grasp my hand with a tight firm grip staring at me with a sexy smirk.

No way, I am a professional photographer, getting soaked over a sexy model is not on my agenda. Pulling my hand out of his tight grip was not easy, so I literally had to yanked my hand out of his. Mr. Logan Grey.

"Uhem," I started. flustered. Get yourself together Leah, this is not you!

Turning I walked away again, towards the table with the men's underwear that he will be modeling.

"Jer, are the props up?" I shout from over my shoulders, going through the underwear.

"What size do you use?" I ask over my shoulder, addressing Mr. Grey. When he didn't answer. I turned to see him smiling in amusement.

"Well?" Indicating the table in front of us. "Size please" I ask again, looking pointedly at him.

With his famous sexy smirk, "what type of fit you think the ladies would swoon over?" he asks, as he fingers the clothing.

He does make sense. What would ladies want their men wearing? Taking up a plain black briefs and a plain black boxer. because traditional colors always work and a plain white brief and plain white boxer to start with.

"Here, start with these," I gave him the underwear, "and the changing room is back there" pointing him towards the changing room.

I went to another table to check my cameras after he left for the changing room.

Mr. Grey returned with a robe on, while I stood with Jer in front of the first area of the shoot.

Handing him a fluffy white towel. "Wrap this around your waist" I instructed, as he took off his robe, handing it to Jer.

After wrapping the towel around his perfectly chiseled body. Walking up to him, I tug the towel down a bit, "right here" I said letting it hang on his lower hip.

Mr. Grey, tugs it even lower, low enough to see see his 'V' line.

Swallowing, taking a deep breath, "perfect" I whispered, seeing the mischievous glint in his eyes.

"Now pull the underwear down to your knees, I'm going to take shots as you pull it up, then throw the towel to the side, leaving it to hang on your hip" I explained, only to see him standing, still watching me.

Raising my brows, "problem?" I asked.

"No ma'am" he responds.

Directing him to stand near a bed, I then started taking shots of every movement and two and a half hours later I felt comfortable with the way everything went.

With a grateful smile, "Thanks guys, I think this was good, right" I ask them.

"Yep!" Jer agrees. "Wrap up?" Jerome asks.

Nodding at Jer, I turned to Mr. Grey, "you have made this shoot so easy and you are extremely easy to work with. Thank you" I said to Mr. Grey with admiration.

Smiling, "and you know what you're about, my parents would love this" he says.

Puzzled, "your parents?" I quizz.

Cautiously, he looks at me, "yeah, my parents always love to see my work, even if it's underwear." he explains, looking for a reaction from me.

"Oh, okay, it's great to have your family's support" I agree.

"What about your family?" he asks softly. I stood staring at him, we are not friends and I shouldn't be having this conversation with him. I am technically his boss and he's my employee.

"You can go and change in the back" I said abruptly, turning my back to him as I started packing my cameras, anxious to get home to develop these shots.

"That was harsh" Jer whispers as he pass me, while I watch Mr. Grey walk away.

We were almost done packing with one last trip each by the time Mr. Grey return, his hands overflowing with the different items he modeled.

Taking the items from him. I went to pack them as neatly as I could in a box. When I'm done, "This is yours" I said indicating the box.

Looking at my skeptically, "are you allowed to give all of this away?" he asks with concern.

"Oh don't worry, I bought it all" I explained.

"Why would you do that?" he asks still apprehensive.

"Whose going to reuse these? Plus, you look great in all that you wore, it's as if the designer had you in mind when she made it" I said.

"Huh! Okay, thank you. By the way, may I have your number please?" he asks looking hopeful.

"Why?" I ask, curious.

Looking at me thoughtfully, "Em.. to get a peek at the pictures to show my parents?" he asks unsure of himself.

"Oh" I responded. What was I hoping for.

"Or maybe to call you for dinner" he continues smiling.

Tempted, but it's not a good idea. We are here to do a job and I am here to work towards my dreams of becoming one of the most sort after photographers in the industry.

Smiling, "I'm sorry, but let's keep this professional. Even if I'm interested, it's still no!"