Author's notes:

So - this is a story for Logan's Honey Pie inspired from Carlos'sCupcake story with the same title. I strongly suggest you read her story first, as it was my inspiration AND it's really-really worth your time! I promise!

I truly hope you enjoy it and it pays the right tribute to Carlos'sCupcake work, because I really love her stuff. Yeah..The pressure is on hahaha

Ok enough ranting from me, go on and read.

Love, Emy.

A few hours back I had arranged for an impromptu photo shoot with Janet – one of the best photographers in town.

My rushers had been badgering me to do one and this short time is the only I have available what with recording music while shooting the show. Luckily she had agreed to it and instructed me to this warehouse in the middle of nowhere. But you don't mess with genius, so, here I am – waiting, leaning against the wall, trying to think of something to do while I pass the time.

Suddenly the door opens and Janet walks in. "Here", she says stopping abruptly, her arms out to her sides as if she was struck with a million dollar idea.

Behind Janet the most beautiful creature I have ever seen struggles to not slam into her, her arms filled with a heavy box she sets down right before Janet finally flips the lights on. How did I miss the light switch? I almost want to slap myself, but control my urge and play it cool.

The beautiful girl jumps a little when I move closer to them both. "Sorry, didn't mean to scare you" I smile reassuringly.

"No problem", Janet says, turning her neck, to look all around. "I'm Janet and this is my assistant", she motions towards the young woman standing awkwardly behind her with her head. She raises her graceful hand and wiggles her long fingers. She looks so shy. I find it adorable. It causes my lips to curl up into a smile.

"As you've probably guessed, I'm Logan Mitchell", I say, trying to see what's in that box that Janet's assistant just carried in. "My apologies for the short notice, this just kinda

came up and...yeah", I push my hands in my pockets, feeling a bit awkward. "I know time is limited and I came alone, so we have to make do with whatever you might have."

Janet's eyes scan over me with expertise.

"I think you'll do just fine as is", she jokes.

"Great, so I'll take it that you're ready to get this thing started?" I ask, rubbing my hands together. I can't wait to get this show on the road! I have to admit, it's kind of exciting to do a shoot on my own, without the guys backing me up.

"Sure umm", Janet chews on her bottom lip for a brief moment before averting her attention to her assistant. "See that empty milk crate in the corner over there?" she tosses the question in her direction.

"Mm-hmm", her assistant replies meekly.

"Grab it and set it right...there", Janet points her finger in a specific destination and her assistant does what she is told without a moment's hesitation.

I watch her tiny frame heave the empty milk crate, her shoulder blades moving under her pink shirt. I lick my lips without thinking about it. She's so beautiful!

Once the crate is set in the proper spot, Janet instructs me to on it and while she pulls her camera out of its bag, snapping pictures repeatedly for the next few minutes. Her assistant is moving things around at Janet's strict instructions until a loud noise interrupts the moment, pulling Janet out of her daze. "Oh just a sec", she sets the camera down and holds a finger up in the air. "This is urgent", she explains to me and answers her phone.

I decide to stretch my legs a bit. I grab a bottle of water and walk over to a window sill. I had no idea I was this dehydrated.

I finish my drink an turn around only to see Jane's beautiful assistant looking at me. She blushes slightly causing me to smile. I've never seen a more beautiful creature in my life!

She drops her eyes from mine and tucks a random strand of hair behind her ear, making me want to touch her pretty face.

I decide to try my luck so I swallow down a lump in my throat and move to her.

"So…I didn't catch your n-" I try, but just then Janet finishes her phone conversation and interrupts my weak attempt of getting to know her assistant better.

"Okay all done now. Sorry about that. Ready to get this th- SHIT!", her curse fills the air and as the contents of Janet's mocha latte is now decorating the light gray shirt I wore for today's photo shoot. "Damn", she pinches the bridge of her nose. "I-I didn't mean to do that and I-"

"No it's fine, really", I utter. "It's just a shirt, I own many of them", I try to joke and keep the mood light.

"Yeah but I wasn't finished taking pics. I had this awesome idea and..." Janet steeples her fingers up to her nose and closes her eyes for a second. "Would you be opposed to taking the shirt off?" She sounds desperate.

I think of it a little. I mean, taking my shirt off is no big deal, but doing a shirtless photo shoot? How would my rushers react?

Then I remember what Camille once said, that I look like "one of those statues in the museum" and get a confidence boost.

"Not a problem" I find myself uttering before my hands fly to my buttons undoing them. I feel a little shy, but take off my shirt.

My confidence flies through the roof when I notice Janet's beautiful assistant staring at me like I was a piece of candy. The way women usually look at James. The way I've always wanted someone to look at me.

I control my urge to smirk at the knowledge that the most beautiful woman I've ever seen finds me attractive right back.

Janet instructs me to sit back on the crate. I do as I am told, in spite of my back side complaining about it.

I'm now sitting rather awkwardly, turned to the side, my elbows resting on my knees, one arm bent up, my forehead leaning on my fist.

From the corner of my eye I catch Janet's assistant staring at the way my bicep bulges out and a wave of smugness takes over me.

I've never felt this level of self confidence. Now I understand why James is so addicted to the attention he receives from the fairer sex. I want more of it.

Janet instructs me to switch positions and turn my face to the side as if I were thinking of my lover. It's not a tough instruction to follow, especially when my eyes land on her beautiful assistant.

She fidgets under my gaze and my mind wonders on its own, images of her naked body under me, the texture of her lips, the taste of them on my own, her hands in my hair, her beautiful mouth creating delicious sounds as I cover her breasts with my hands, kneading, teasing.

My pants become constrictive and my eyes wonder to hers. Her pupils are dilated, filled with lust and I can swear she's thinking of the same things I am.

I'm dreaming, hoping, that, when all this is over and Janet has had her fill of pictures, her assistant will stay behind and I'll finally get to talk to her, at least find out her name…