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an interview with him. I’m Lisa Russell, from Voyeur Magazine…”
    “You’re here to interview Marcus and you don’t know who he is?” Craig asks, and suddenly I’m cursing Sandra for pressuring me to do this. I knew I wouldn’t be able to pull this off.
    “Um, yeah. I’m kind of covering for a friend though. Sandra Hagen? She was supposed to come today, but she had a last minute appointment… We can reschedule if you want. I’m just trying to help her out.”
    “No, it’s fine,” the first one says, running his hand over the top of his close cropped blond hair. “Come this way.”
    “Thanks,” I say gratefully, as I follow him over to an area where there are two chairs and a small table with a jug of iced water and two glasses set up.
    He takes a se at and gestures for me to take the other one.
    “What’s going on?” I ask, my eyebrows creasing as my confusion sets in.
    “I’m Marcus,” he states, leaning back in his chair with a cock sure grin on his face.
    My mouth drops open and my face flames with embarrassment , as I wonder why he couldn’t have just said something in the first place. Now I look like a fucking idiot. Great. He’ll never accept an interview with Voyeur again and it will be all my fault. I probably just got Sandra fired as well… shit. I knew I should have taken an extra five minutes before arriving to look him up.
    This just serves to prove me right – good-looking men can't be trusted.
    I swallow my discomfort. “Ok. I um… guess we should get started then,” I say as I take the seat opposite him.
    “Wow, you really don’t’ know who I am do you?”
    I snap my eyes up to meet his, my face burning from this awkwardness. I just need this done and over.
    “ No I don’t. I’m sorry ok? As I said, I’m covering for a friend last minute. I have her questions though, so I hope that will be ok. I just don’t listen to much current music.”
    “What do you listen to?”
    I stifle an eye roll. I can tell by the upturned corner of his mouth that I've just managed to attract his attention on a little more than a professional level. I try to act nonchalant as I answer.
    “Sixties stuff, you know – the Beatles, the Doors, Cat Stevens, Janis Joplin – things like that. I just don’t think today’s music holds a card to any of it,” I r attle off, before noticing the expression on his face fall. Oh shit. Now I’ve gone and offended him. Get it together, Lisa. This is Sandra’s job you’re messing with you can work on your pride later. Suddenly, I feel a little guilty about my attitude toward him. It’s not his fault society fawns all over rock stars. I guess he can’t help his ego. “No… I’m sorry. I don’t mean any offence to you. I mean, you could be the exception to the rule, right? I… oh shit. Can we just start again?”
    He presses his lips together in a tight smile. “It’s fine, really. Let’s just get this interview done.”
    Great. Now I've pissed him off. Taking a deep breath, I pull out my phone and start the voice recorder then run through the list of questions Sandra gave me. I barely make eye contact the whole time, and I swear I’m shaking noticeably. Most of the time, I just wish that the ground would open up and swallow me so this could be over sooner.
    I just walked in here acting like a queen bitch when I should have been acting professional for the sake of my best friend.
    When the questions are finally over, I stand and thank Marcus for his time, apologising once again for not doing my homework.
    “It’s fine . It was kind of nice to talk to someone who doesn’t know me. I spend a lot of time around anything but.”
    I nod in response. “I’m sure if there are any issues with the interview, you or your people will get a call, but I think I got everything I was supposed to.” I turn to walk away, but stop when he reaches out and touches my arm.
    M y breath catches at the skin-to-skin connection. Shit. Those butterflies are trying