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to take flight again. I turn to face him and force my breathing to stay steady, as he moves closer to me and leans in to speak quietly to me.
    “Listen, before you go , I was wondering if you’d like to have dinner tonight?”
    I step back, increasing the distance between us. “With you?”
    “Yeah, me.” He grins, looking very sure of himself.
    “Um… I don’t think so.”
    He frowns, seemingly taken aback by my refusal. “Can I ask why?”
    I look around the room nervously, hoping no one is listening into this. “Listen I’ve read enough books and seen enough films to know how this works. Guys like you are used to clicking your fingers and having girls drop their panties. A girl comes along who doesn’t seem impressed by you, piques your interest, so you chase them down until they give in. Let’s not have this be something like that. Just accept the ‘no’ and go find some girl who’s willing to spread her legs for you. Ok?”
    He laughs. “Wow. You’ve got me all figured out don’t you?”
    “Who knows what the hell goes on in a man’s head? I just know that I’m no notch on a bedpost. I’m no prize to be won, or game to be caught. I’m not interested. It was nice to meet you though,” I tell him with a curt nod as I spin on my heel and head toward the exit.
    “I’ll see you around Lisa,” he calls after me.
    Intent on ignoring him, I fail miserably and only make it a couple of steps before I pause and turn around again. This time I don’t care who hears.
    “Just so we’re clear. I’m not saying ‘no’ so you chase me. I’m not playing some sort of game. It’s just a plain ‘no’ ok?”
    “Sure. I get it,” he laughs, his eyes are actually sparking as he continues to watch me amusedly. I nod again, feeling as though I’ve pushed my point across as much as I’m going to and turn to leave again.
    I can feel his eyes on me, the entire time I’m heading out of the studio. I tell myself not to look back at him. I force myself to keep my eyes focused on the exit sign. But, as I round the corner, I can’t help myself. I glance toward where he’s still standing, still watching me. My breath catches as our eyes lock and he laughs. A deep loud belly laugh.
    Shit. I’m in trouble.

Chapter 3
     

Lisa
     
    “So? How did it go?” Sandra asks when lunch time rolls around.
    The moment I got into work , I was called into a meeting with a new client and haven’t had the chance to get the interview recording to her yet.
    “It was fi ne. Everything was fine,” I say. “I’ll email you the voice recording from my phone before the day is through.” I hand her the folder she gave me that contained a brief biography and the interview questions. “Although, you could have included a photo in that. I made bit of a fool of myself when I walked up to him and asked if he knew where I could find Marcus Bailey.”
    Her hand covers her mouth as she laughs. “You didn’t? Oh my god! That’s hilarious. What did he say? Was he pissed?”
    “No. He just laughed and said to follow him. I thought he was just some guy, taking me to meet Marcus, but then he sat down and announced he was Marcus, and I spent the rest of the interview with my face burning with embarrassment.”
    “Well… I’m sorry you were embarrassed. But thank you for doing that for me. I really appreciate it.”
    “It’s ok. I just don’t want to do that again. So no more banging rock stars unless you’re willing to interview them again – ok?”
    She lau ghs. “Agreed. My knees shall stay firmly pressed together from this moment on.”
    I pick up my bag, ready to go out for some fresh air and something to eat.
    “What did you think?”
    I pause and look at her. “Of what?”
    “Of him. He’s pretty easy on the eyes right? Did he um… try anything with you?”
    I shake my head. “I didn’t think much at all. And no. He didn’t try anything.” I touch her shoulder gently as I speak. I know that technically, he did try