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He had lately been back to his senses enough to not feel uncomfortable changing in front of Honor. Why would he feel uncomfortable, though? He should because there was nothing to hide; especially considering it was Jack Bailey we’re talking about. He was behind the yard-long curtain, looking over the railing of the curtains at the girl on the other side. He wasn’t sure what it was with Honor. Ever since he’d been here, he felt a bit of an attraction towards her. Then again, ever since his night with Olivia, he’d been feeling attracted to every girl he saw. He had to admit, she was pretty hot. Nice rack, cute butt, adorable personality; there isn’t anything else Jack could ask for in a girl.

So there he was now, leaning against the railing and he checked her out. She had a nice sense of style and there was no wonder to him how she ended up in his movie as a stylist. For one, Jack was the one who offered her the job and he didn’t regret it. She was smoking hot, no doubt about it. Might be fun to have her work with him here. Did he want in her pants? Maybe not. He may be back to normal, but that did mean he—okay, yes. He wanted in her pants, that was a given. Someday he just might get his way. He wasn’t exactly seeing it happening in their relationship so far, though. He was taking her as a friend as of now: he needed more of those these days.

”You wanna tell me what you’re waiting for or will you just give me my outfit? I have places to be; people to see.” He joked with her. They’d been talking for a while now, kind of getting to know each other. It was the farthest thing from awkward, that’s what he probably liked about being around her. It was a little new having been given outfits by someone other than his best friend. He was used to Devon West being his stylist rather than anyone else. It wasn’t awkward, nor did he mind this. It was just new. ”Or do I have to come out and get it myself?” He asked her, smirk on his face. The curtains he was standing behind only did cover from his chest down to his knees. It was enough, but not like it even made a difference. One of these days, the girl just might end up seeing him completely naked too. This just wasn’t that day. Was it?

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It was quite awesome to be hired personally by Jack Bailey, the famous a-list actor, to be a stylist for his new zombie movie. She needed work, and honestly she probably should have stayed at the magazine she had been working at before she decided to quit her job and become free lance, she had gotten way more jobs and money. But this was fine too. The only trouble Honor had with traveling was being away from her sisters, Falon and Chesa, especially with Chesa being newly pregnant with Cash Money Coopers baby. But filming for this movie wouldn't take long, and when she came back to LA she would have time to work on The Air I Breathe before it ended. It was kind of surprising that Jack had hired her, simply because his best friend was a costume creator/stylist, and that would have been more comfortable for him. But she wouldn't bring that up.

He was behind a curtain, ready to be styled for filming, and it was taking way longer than need be because they were trying to make friends with one another. "Ahem, excuse you Jack Bailey, but the only person you have to see at the moment is me, unless you want to go on set naked in your under-roos." She joked right back. She definitely had a sense of humor, actually she had one constantly, and it made it hard for people to take her seriously. She pulled an outfit consisting of jeans, a t-shirt, and an button up shirt off of the rack and held it behind her at shoulder height. She stood beside the curtain with her weight shifted on one leg and her arm folded underneath her other elbow. "Oh? Would you like to come and get it yourself?"

If Jack wanted to parade around in his underwear, Honor would not have minded, she would not stop him. As far as guys she usually slept with or dated go, Jack didn't necessarily fit the bill, and sense he was her boss for the moment, she wasn't going to try to sleep with him. If he wasn't her boss would she try? Definitely. He was hot, famous, loaded with cash, and successful. All things she looked for in a man. Wanting him in her pants was something she was trying to avoid thinking about. "I'm sure i'll only be the five hundredth million girl to have seen you in your underwear." She said sarcastically with an eye roll. "It might not even be anything special." She was causing trouble and loving it, egging him on. "Maybe...if you say the magic words, I will give you your outfit." The magic words being anything pleasing to the ear. "Is it cold back there JB?" She teased, smirking at him. It was only so damn obvious that she was a tease.

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Jack smirked when he listened to the comment she made about being naked in his under-roos. It was just adorable. And the cute way she said it to add that sense of humor just made it even funnier. He continued to lean over the railing, crossing his arms on top of it. ”I don’t think anyone would have a problem with me going on set half-naked in my undies, love. Especially not you.” Jack eyed her again from head to toe, ”Am I right or am I right?” He watched the stance she was in when she picked up his outfit and came a little close. Jack just smirked, ”I’m gonna have to if you don’t hand it to me in the next five seconds.” He told her, his smirk slowly fading away as he looked into her eyes and wondered what she was thinking right now. He didn’t think too much into it.

When she spoke again, trying to be sarcastic by using that huge amount, Jack found himself laughing. Only because he figured it was probably the most accurate number. He wasn’t sure if he was laughing at her or with her, but he laughed for a good five seconds before dropping his arms. ”Oh, I’m sure it’s much more than that, love.” Maybe he was right, maybe he really was being sarcastic with her. He was famous after all. Might not even be anything special? Now Jack knew that she was trying to provoke something. It wasn’t obvious, but it did get to him. And what magic words was she even asking for? Was it cold in there? Not really. He was a tough, muscular guy. Being in his undies didn’t really give him the chills that easily.

”No, but thanks for the concern.” By now, Jack was moving the curtains aside and ducked below the railing to make it to the other side only to get his hands at her hips, backing her into the wall. His face was probably half a foot away from hers, but his chest was already touching hers. ”Please…” Jack reached over and took his outfit from her, backing off. ”And thank you.” With that, he slipped on his jeans, pulling them up over his thighs after he threw the button-up shirt over one shoulder as well as the t-shirt for the time being. ”Do you wanna help me with the zipper?” He asked her cutely, his smirk appearing back on his face as he referred to the zipper of the jeans he just slipped on.

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He was such an arrogant cocky bitch. Which is probably why even though they were making snide little remarks towards each other, that they actually got along. Normally Honor hated people that were like her, because she never realized how her personality was, but since Jack was a male, it was quite attractive on him, and fitting because he had a reason to be arrogant. He was charming, in a disgusting way. Meaning that he could probably get any girl he wanted just by looking at them with a certain smirk or smile that could make any girl melt. Honor never wanted to be that girl, because she was the woman that smiled, flipped her hair, and landed any guy she wanted. The excessive amount of curves in the right places probably helped too. She continued taunting underwear clad Jack Bailey by holding his clothes just out of reach. She was enjoying this entirely too much.

She giggled at all of his responses. He was as clever and witty as she was. Next thing she knew he was slipping out from behind the curtain and approaching her for his wardrobe. He was as bad as she was, and that had just been proven. It was almost as if he was trying to seduce her into giving him his clothes. Actually, that was exactly what he was trying to do. Classic move actually. She willing let him take the wardrobe away from her. They weren't eight, they didn't need to play a game of keep away. She stayed quiet for the time being, a little uncomfortable, but still able to process her thoughts. He was a sly devil. Zipper? She looked down at his crotch at his unzipped pants, her eyes taking in his sculpted abs on the way down. She looked back at him, locking eyes with him, she rose an eyebrow. Instead of responding with words, she pulled him closer by the front belt loops in his jeans, her manicured hands quickly zipping up his pants. "You offered." She told him, bringing her hands down back by her sides to rest on her hips.

"Now go on and put your shirts on." Not that she wanted him to cover up his torso... "I had a total nerd moment when I found that shirt. It's symbolic." The shirt had a graphic of an old fashioned man whose face was a skull. Very zombie-esque, and she was proud of it. "Oh! And all black high top converse..." She bounced across the room, and bent down to pick up the shoes, knowing that Jack would probably check out her ass as she did so, and she was kind of hoping he did. She dropped the shoes in front of him. "If you absolutely hate anything, deal with it, because all of your wardrobe is going to get messed up by zombies anyway." She flashed him a smile, sugar coating her little statement. "And you'll look hot in anything." She added, totally sucking up and hitting on him.

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Maybe that’s what the two of them had in common, though: they were both so full of themselves, thinking they could get any one they wanted just be flaunting a certain irresistible charm. Was it a good thing? Not necessary, but did it always come in handy? Hell yes. Jack took pride in that fact, he didn’t know about Honor. He had to admit, she was totally his type, even though she was a little bit nuts. But he didn’t mind that at all. Everyone was unique in their own way in Jack’s eyes. This girl was probably a little more unique. The fact that Jack really was back to his womanizer ways didn’t make it fair that he thought every girl was more unique than the rest of them. It wasn’t fair to Phoebe, was it? Did it matter? He highly doubted that girl was thinking about him right now, so why was he thinking about her?

Regardless of what he thought he had with Phoebe, he wasn’t feeling as uncomfortable as Honor was right now, that’s for sure. He was far from it, actually. Especially when she felt uncomfortable about it, as bad as that sounded. He realized that she didn’t response to his offer and just shrugged, reaching to continue zipping up on his own but before he could, he found himself being pulled in closer by her. He was standing close to her again, the smirk still on his face as he tilted his eyes, ”I did offer, no regrets.” By now, Jack was snickering secretly at her as he turned around, buttoning up his pants and buckling up before throwing the shirts over the railing. ”It fits with the character, though. Doesn’t it? Jack looked over at the t-shirt before picking it up and slipping it on. ”I’m glad we’re on the same page, I have Diego muse now,” he let out a small chuckle and then continued, ”Thanks.”

When she skipped towards the other side of the room, Jack didn’t disappoint when he snuck a peek or two as her ass when she bent over to pick up the shoes. But they both probably knew she bent over in that direction for a reason. It was safe to say he liked what he saw. When she returned, he sat down on a nearby chair and slipped on the shoes. They weren’t his thing, really. ”I don’t hate them, but…” He’d never been a converses guy. He was more the Air Jordan’s freak. The Reeboks. Not…converses. He didn’t say anything else, rolling his eyes in a sarcastic tone she made the remark about him looking hot in anything, ”Well, I can agree with you there.”

Jack looked up at her and leaned back, so obviously checking her out once again, ”I do hot, don’t I?” Yeah, he was so pushing it. He needed to stop. With a small sigh, Jack stood and planted a kiss at Honor’s cheek, ”You’re not so bad yourself, gorgeous,” Jack said before picking up the button-up shirt and making his way towards the mirror on the other side of the room. The area was fairly large. No one would be shocked to see that this was Jack Bailey’s dressing room, though. It was probably the size of a one-bedroom apartment. Maybe bigger. He was the rich, stuck-up boy. He demanded and expected the best.

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Honor had no ties to any other guys, no relationships, no fuck buddies, nobody to think about. It was easy for her to feel attracted to men, and lots of men at once, so she chose not to be in a relationship for that reason. She had been in relationships, mostly in her college days, and she was super protective over them, because she knew the urges she had for other guys, and assumed that her boyfriend probably felt the same about girls. If a man was hers, she was selfish, and only wanted them to think about her. But really all she ever wanted from guys was attention. It would not be wrong to say that Honor was an attention whore. She has openly admitted to only flirting with guys for attention before, but what girl doesn't want to feel wanted? Flirting made Honor feel attractive, which is exactly where her big head came from.

She watched as he slipped on the shirt. "Diego reminds me of Dora the Explorer." But that didn't make her think of him as a little mexican kid at all. "And you don't look Mexican at all." No, he looked like a white guy. One of the few she would ever bang too. "Well, everytime I go to a movie with a friend or a group of people, when they see someone with Converses they always point it out. Converse are classic, and a staple item for white guys...which you are." She had sensed his hesitation with the shoes, but he was just going to have to suck it up, because nothing else would go with that outfit. Air Jordan's? No. "Embrace it, doll." She smiled at him agreeing to being hot. Even though she had a big head, she was good at giving guys a big head too. She knew guys, especially actors, and bosses, liked that sort of thing.

"Oh, well thank ya." She responded, taking his compliment. "But you call every girl gorgeous." She looked at him as if that were a challenge to make her feel more unique, and not just like another girl Jack Bailey was hitting on. She slipped her sweater off and threw it at Jack playfully. Arizona was much too hot for sweaters, the only reason she had worn it was because she thought her outfit was too plain, and it went over it nicely. She adjusted her v-neck top so that it didn't look wrinkled or a-symmetrical. She then went on to fix her hair long, curly black hair so that it draped over her shoulders. "You know, I left my pregnant sister for you." She randomly threw out there. "And nobody can replace her, so I hope you'll make my experience worth while." She chewed on the end of her index fingers french manicured fake nail, continuing to egg him on. Her little statement had an underlying tone of 'Please rip my clothes off while we're here'. Not necessarily at that moment.

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When she said that Diego reminded him of Dore the Explorer, he couldn’t disagree with her. It was him that came up with the names, so it wasn’t that much of a disappointment. ”Oh sure, anything you wanna say to yourself to me seem less irresistible, huh?” Perhaps giving his character that name would give people a different way they look at the name Diego when they see it on Jack Bailey instead of a little Mexican adventurous kid. ”Qué lástima, Señorita. That’s really the image I was trying to go for.” And he wasn’t being sarcastic. He wasn’t bad with the Spanish pronunciation and he could definitely pull it off as a Hispanic. ”What? You wanna make me a small mustache?” He asked her, raising an eyebrow. ”I could so pull it off.” She made it clear of the fact that he really was white. ”I don’t care if it’s pointed out. They insult my manliness, Señorita.” He didn’t mean to argue. He didn’t really mind wearing them that much, just felt like starting conversation and giving his side’s argument.

”Stop calling me white. I’m not even half of it.” He really was a smidge percent of white and no one believed it; especially not when he said that his father was black. Well…half black. Whatever, though. He had to agree that a pair of Nike’s really wouldn’t go with the shirt. She had a sense of style, this girl. But her fashion senses according to the fact that this was Jack Bailey we’re talking about…yeah, those were a little off. He could at least agree that he didn’t look half bad. Maybe it was her doing, though. She could make any outfit look good on anyone. Like she said, he was so embracing it. It really did give him a big head.

Jack chuckled when she pointed out that he called every girl gorgeous. She was challenging him. What was this about anyway? He would’ve left by now if he didn’t think she was gorgeous enough or worth enough for his time. ”That doesn’t change the fact that I think you’re gorgeous, though. Does it?” He left it at that. When the sweater was thrown at him, he held on to it and looked over his shoulder at her, loving the way her cleavage was peeking out from the v-neck. He tried not to stare. ”And I’m highly flattered about that. How is Chesa?” Jack questioned in a sincere tone before turning back towards the mirror, running a comb through his hair. After putting it down, Jack made his way back over to her and took her hand that she had been chewing the fingers off of. ”I’ll make your leave from her more than just worth it, Honor.” He kissed the back of it before giving her a wink and then leaned in so close until his lips were inches from her mouth. After a couple short breaths, Jack dropped her hand and brushed past her. ”Shall we?” He asked, heading for the door.

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She rolled her eyes, "You already have a little mustache and Converse do not insult your maniless. Your maniless is quite apparent." She argued back, throwing a little compliment in there with it as well. She wasn't very impressed with his Spanish, she didn't find accents any sexier than the English language. She would much prefer to be able to understand a guy than have to translate what he's saying, or just going along with it and something happening she really would have no wanted to. "You're not white?" She rose an eyebrow, thinking he was joking with her. He looked white, he sounded white. "What are you then?" He was way lighter skinned than she was, being Armenian, so she just assumed he was white. The only other race lighter skined than her were Asians. "You know, because if you aren't white, that's going to change everything." She joked.

One topic she loved more than herself, were her sisters. Her family was her world, because she wasn't committed to anything else but her job. Her family was extremely supportive of one another, they were best friends. Especially the three Zadian girls, Falon, Chesa, and Honor. They each had similar personalities, they were not afraid to be themselves. Falon was the most career oriented, Chesa was the youngest and the most serious, and Honor, well, Honor was the most promiscuous, and the oldest. They would fight to the death of each other. They also had a younger brother, and they loved him too. "Chesa is just peachy." Which was true, except for the face that the guy who got her pregnant was a total jerk, and fucking around with other girls instead of attempting to not look like a total ass. "I feel like she's going to get lonely though. She keeps talking about making friends with hobos at the park..." She trailed off, figuring he did not want to hear about her little sisters problems.

She stood still as Jack pulled her hand away from her mouth and kissed it. They had super sexual tension, and if he had kissed her, she wouldn't be surprised. He backed away and she felt a little disappointed. "Jack Bailey, you big tease." She loved saying his name, it flowed so nicely together. She walked quickly in her boots to catch up with him. She hooked arms with him. "You're too charming for your own good." And it had already gotten him in trouble, being getting married in Vegas to a women who later ended up divorcing him. Which was still new to him, and she wasn't going to bring it up. "Mm. I think you made me blush." Honor never blushed, but she was all hot and bothered now, and he had given her goose bumps on the back of her neck and arms. She reached her hand up to feel her cheeks, which were already red anyway due to her make up, but they still felt hot. It was hard to embarass her, because her sisters did it so much. "Is there anyway I could make you blush?" She looked up at him, wanting a serious answer.

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He looked white and he barely sounded anything but white. There were times his French accent came through. No one ever came to notice and sometimes it was really strong when people did wonder where in the world it came from because he would never seem like a guy who’s bilingual. As for Spanish, he sucked at it. Got a C in Spanish III, didn’t bother going any further with it. A third language was just too complicated. ”I’m French, not that it’s any different.” He childishly stuck his tongue out at her, laughing at the joke she just made about everything changing if he weren’t white, but then stopped after a couple seconds, ”Wait, what does that mean?” How did it change everything? He was still Jack Bailey, wasn’t he?

Jack had always been good at listening. He wasn’t able to handle emotional girls after a bad break-up, but other than that, he was up for listening to any situation and being a good shoulder to cry on for any other situation. ”Just peachy?” He repeated after her and it wasn’t long that she went into the whole story of explain how he was ‘just peachy’. So, she’s sarcastic. How adorable. Jack smiled, nodding when she finished. He couldn’t feel Chesa’s pain. He didn’t know how there could be more of an ass on his planet than Jack Bailey. Well, no. Jack was sometimes a real sweetheart. He knew better than anyone if he was the one that impregnated Chesa, he’d at least make it seem like he cared and be with her through it. Unless she could him to buzz off or something.

“I’m sorry, gorgeous.” Jack smirked when she called him a big tease. He waited for her to catch up before leading her out of the dressing room and closed the door behind him. ”For my own good? You want me to be an unpleasant asshole?” He asked her, making it obvious that it was a rhetorical question. When she spoke next, Jack looked over to see her hand on her cheeks. Taking her hand away with his free hand, Jack pecked her cheek and then chuckled to himself, amused by the question she asked, ”Jack Bailey doesn’t blush.” He wanted to change the subject. Maybe there were a couple things, but nothing he could really be embarrassed by. ”By the way, if you ever wanna go back early or take a break and see Chesa, I don’t mind.” Jack shrugged, continuing his way slowly towards the set with his arm still hooked by hers.

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