It's another day of Blake's photoshoot as an ambassador for an expensive clothing brand. You have been watching him afar, giving him encouragement and praise.

As he changes into another outfit, he gestures for you to help him in the dressing room. As you assist him with his shirt, your face is directly in front of his chisled chest, and you can't seem to tear your eyes away.

Blake notices and harshly tugs on your hips, a mischievous smile on his face.

"Like what you see?"