~This is it.~

"I will not involve the police in this," She murmured. It was just a minor problem that could be solved amicably by two mature people.

Ximena Claros was going to confront her Spanish neighbour and Hollywood heartthrob, Jason Vidal, to tune down the volume of the dumb punk song blaring out of his obnoxious boombox and she would do that calmly even though her body trembled with outrage.

She hopped out of bed, stuck her legs into the fuzzy pink slippers that were by the side of her nightstand and marched to his apartment which was next to hers. Her hands raised to bang on his door, but it went wide open as if he was expecting her.

Ximena placed her hands on her waist, and she scowled at him as he scrutinized her.

Jason's eyes gleamed when he saw the person at the entrance and he took a moment to also survey her.

"To what pleasure do I owe the snow princess a visit at," He paused, glancing at the fancy wristwatch he constantly wore. "Midnight. Or should I reckon you want a kiss from me, prince charming?" He inquired, extending a brow.

"In your dreams and whoever said you were charming? You are more like an Ogre than a prince." Ximena retorted whilst glaring at him.

Jason chuckled at her response.

"You don't have to say it, because it is written all over your face and you've been staring at me too long which I don't mind." He smirked as he saw another blush crept on her cheek.

Jason noticed her face was bare, and he couldn't help but admire how beautiful she was without the makeup she usually wore. Also, he believed the make-up often made her look more like Cruella rather than Cinderella.

Okay, maybe not, he thought. However, she still looks good with and without it.

Ximena knew she had been caught staring which was not helping. Her face burned and she sensed it was now a deep shade of red because of how translucent her skin was. She wished she had let her hair down before coming to confront him.

It was partly his fault for standing there shirtless looking so sexy.

She couldn't deny he had a well-toned body nor could she deny the amount of sex appeal that trickled out of him when she was near him.

She was attracted to him, no doubt. Also, it was one of the reasons she disliked him because he was making her feel what she didn't want to.

Ximena focus, she chided herself.

She wouldn't be fooled by him. It was one of his playboy acts of getting girls into bed and she was not one of those silly bimbos that bow and worship him.

"Could you turn down the volume of your music? I'm trying to get some sleep." She said calmly hoping he would listen to her. So, she would go back quickly to her warm bed as she shivered only taking notice of how frigid the air outside was.

"I should have known the princess was interrupted from her beauty sleep. I was hoping you came for a kiss instead." He said, feigning hurt.

Ximena could perceive her patience running thin. She struggled to keep calm whilst he stood there flirting with her.

"Just turn off the outrageous music and keep your sexual thoughts to yourself!" She snapped.

It was impossible to be reasonable as far as Jason was concerned. He knew how to infuriate her and he was becoming good at it.

Since she knew him, all his wordings were sex-related. She does wonder how he came to be successful because it appeared his libido is way larger than his brain.

"Listen to me Milady, Last I remember, this isn't your house. It is mine and I built it with my hard-earned money. So the least you could do is, say please." He said, gazing at her.

Jason knew she would not say it anyway. He craved to aggravate her. He noticed she carried a fire in her despite the icy surface she often wants people to see and that provoked him to infuriate her the most.

At least he got a reaction from her instead of the unconcerned expression she always spotted on.

Ximena shoved him out of the way, hard enough to move him away from the entrance. She snatched the controller from his hand, then pushed random buttons and went further to disconnect everything.

Jason's eyes followed her the whole time. The tank top and denim shorts she donned did no justice to his already raging libido that leapt with joy the moment she barged into his room.

Ximena whirled and yelled at him whilst pointing at her face, "Hey, what are you staring at? You know my face is up here!"

"El pezon." He murmured, staring straight at her chest.

"My what?" Ximena heard him right. She wanted him to repeat it. He must have slipped, she reasoned.

"Your tits el cariño. They are pointed and imploring for attention which I can gladly give since I'm very generous." His tongue came out to moisten his sinful lips as he drew near.

Ximena stared at him with wide eyes and backed away as he stepped closer. Her back smacked the door, and her heart palpitated.

She watched as Jason's hazel eyes swirled from golden to green, then back again as he scrutinized her.

Ximena was glad he had halted. But the fact that he was still close to her wasn't helping.

Could he be any more vulgar? And he thought she would oblige?

She peered at herself and found out what he said was the truth. Her nipples were indisputably pointed and seeking attention as he had mentioned earlier.

She had been in a rush to stop Jason and had forgotten to fetch her robe with her. She made an effort to cover her chest with her hands but it was of no use because he had seen it.

"No need for that love. The least you could do is pull off your clothes and let me satisfy those pesky buds." He bestowed her one of his captivating smiles which renders the ladies helpless and weak to the knees, including her.

Ximena shivered, however, it was not because of the cold, but rather because of how hot and bothered he made her feel. Her body responded to his and he was aware of that which made him continue his sexual innuendos.

"Just stay away from me okay!" She screeched.

"You came to me and I'm not complaining. The least I could do is make you feel better." Jason said, raising his eyebrows suggestively. He did not indicate if her words affected him or not.

"You are Insoportable!" Ximena hollered, trotting away.

She tends to mix Spanish with her words whenever she becomes mad. She wished she had not gone there. At least she would not think of those sexual comments he had said. Sleeping would undoubtedly be impossible for her as she would be dreaming about the Leecher.

Furthermore, it would not be the first time she would be seeing him in her dream. After a few tossed here and there, she finally drifted off.

Jason gazed in the direction she had run off and smiled to himself.

"La iguana." He murmured.

"You got yourself a new name, princess." He yelled into the night sky.

"Not now, boy." Jason grimaced as he stared at the dent his member had made in the pants he donned. It wasn't the first time the little devil would be reacting to her.

He didn't blame his body though because it had been a while he got laid, and he was certain it wouldn't be anytime soon.

Also, if Ximena kept on coming to his house in nothing but denim shorts and tank tops, he wasn't sure he would be able to control himself.