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rake thin like most of the girls I see are. There’s a bit of meat to her, but in a good way if you know what I mean. A guy likes something to grab onto, so curves are hot, and this chick is definitely hot.
    She’s rocking the sexy office chick look. I wonder if she’s a lawyer or something, but notice that the ID around her neck announces she’s press.
    Pausing, she opens the folder she’s holding and scrutinizes something inside before scanning the room again with her eyes. She looks lost. I should go and help her out, but honestly, I’m just enjoying watching her.
    S he moves across the room slowly and elegantly, as she looks for some sort of guidance. Now this is a beautiful woman. You know those women who carry themselves really well? The ones who don’t even know how gorgeous they are? Yeah, that’s what she’s like. I can tell just by the way she's walking. She's not strutting like a lot of these other girls do, and my god it’s sexy as hell.
    Craig is saying something to me, but I'm not really paying attention . I'm too busy waiting to catch her eye. I haven't thought this for a long time, but I want to know this woman – like, really know her – as a person.
    The moment our eyes meet, I break into a grin . All of my prayers just got answered – she doesn’t know who I am…
     

Lisa
     
    As I enter the studio, there are people everywhere. Each one seems busy doing something, and I can’t seem to get anyone’s attention to ask where the hell I’m supposed to go.
    Slowly, I move across the room. There are two men talking quietly to each other, but as I approach, one of them glances at me and breaks into what most would consider a ‘million dollar smile’. He’s probably one of the best looking men I've ever laid eyes on. He’s tall and well built, perfectly tanned with cropped blond hair and shining blue eyes, a perfect smile, a strong jaw and a roman nose. He’s the whole package of gorgeousness that women go for. He’s not covered in tattoos and leather, so I don’t think he’s this Marcus guy. I’m thinking he’s got something to do with the actual music video or something.
    His eyes scan my body , and I can tell that he likes what he can see - which is probably why I have to fight the urge to roll my eyes. I didn’t come here to get hit on by some model wannabe.
    These days, I'm not a fan of overly attractive men. They always know how good-looking they are, and they always take advantage of women because of it. They seem to think they can do whatever and whomever they choose, just because they were blessed at birth with attractiveness. Well, that's not how it works in my book.
    My last boyfriend was one of those beautiful men that women fawn all over. I was stupid enough to think that he only had eyes for me. For two years I believed that my bed was the only one he shared. How stupid was I?
    Eventually one of his 'women on the side' decided to educate me on his 'business meetings'. Well, didn't I feel like the fool? He'd been sleeping around on me the entire time. It makes me sick to think how stupid I looked. How naive I was. I'll never allow that to happen to me again.
    Instead of smiling back, I just focus on the business of why I'm here.
    “Hi, I’m looking for…” I check my notes again to make sure I have his name right. “Um, Marcus Bailey. Can either of you point me in the right direction?”
    The man who had his back to me, turns and gives me a really unimpressed look. “Are you serious?”
    The other one just starts laughing and places his hand on the annoyed man’s shoulder. “Don’t mind Craig. He thinks the whole world revolves around his clients. What do you want with Marcus?” he asks, his blue eyes sparkling with amusement as he continues to flash that grin at me.
    Butterflies threaten to take flight in my stomach as my gaze connects with his. But I squash them down, imagining a pair of heavy boots jumping up and down and keeping them firmly in place.
    “I have