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this down before. Ever."
    "What do you want me to say, Zo? I don't know. Here's me," I held out a hand, "and here's my wits end." I clapped both together.
    "He's got the hots for a girl, Will style," Frank said and I remembered our short convo the night before at the studio. The 'I saw her first' shenanigans.
    "So, what are you gunna do about it?" Zoe asked, pulling my hands down. She knew this already from our awkward deep and meaningful at the studio.
    "Tonight?" I asked, raising an eyebrow.
    "Yeah."
    "Talking is a good start," I huffed. I'd already planned it.
    "Try not to be a smart ass," Frank suggested.
    I scoffed. "Thanks for the advice, mate."
    He grinned stupidly at me as the car pulled out front of the restaurant. "Any time."
    As he got out, Zoe leaned into me and whispered, "Never take advice from a drummer." Despite myself, I let out a laugh and she slapped me on the chest. "That's my Dee."
    As we stood on the footpath and the others joined us, she let me go and went over to Will. As my eyes followed my best friend, they kept going and latched straight onto the woman I'd seen at the studio last night. The woman whose name hadn't left my head. Jessie. She was standing less than three feet away and she was even more stunning close up. Tall, delicate, almond skin, dark blonde hair that she'd tied up into a messy do at the nape of her neck. She was just as underdressed as I was. Tight back jeans and a slouchy t-shirt, but she had on a black blazer that hugged her waist and stilettos on her feet made her almost as tall as me. I couldn't have looked away even if I wanted to. There was something about her that just made my eyes latch onto her and not want to let go and I was determined to find out what it was.
    She looked up as if she sensed I was staring at her and her eyes met mine and they were just as captivating as the night before. And then she smiled and I knew I was a goner.
    "Hey, I'm Jessie," she said, her accent hitting me like a ton of bricks.
    "Hey," I said, almost choking on that one simple word. She was there with her pretty doe eyes and she split my head in half. Suddenly, I didn't know what to say and I was reduced to a blubbering idiot.
    "What's your name?" she asked. "I'm sorry we didn't get a chance to meet yesterday."
    "Dee," I declared a little too abruptly.
    "C'mon, that's not your real name." She smiled crookedly, as if she knew the effect she had on me.
    "Yes it is," I scoffed. "D for dangerous. E for enigmatic and E for-"
    "Egotistical?"
    Damn . "I've been called vain, but never egotistical." I gave her a wink for good measure.
    She rolled her pretty brown eyes and shook her head. The other label rep, the one I knew was called Georgie, came out of the restaurant and ushered us in and I lost my chance to say anything else. Probably a good thing because my foot was already in it.
    The whole time we sat at that dinner, I hardly said two words back to back, which was unusual for me. Zoe kept kicking my shin under the table and giving me looks. What was I meant to do? If I opened my mouth, I was seriously gunna say something stupid.
    The conversation naturally revolved around music and the band, which was my favorite topic. Seriously, I could talk about it until I was blue in the face, but right now I was obliterated by the woman who sat opposite me. Everything she did my eyes followed, even when I wasn't looking at her. I'd been reduced to a fifteen year old and it didn't escape my notice that Georgie deliberately placed herself next to me and kept rubbing her arm against mine. If I edged my chair any further away, I'd be sitting in Zoe's lap.
    I got the feeling Georgie was an easy street to go down, but I had no intention of going there. She'd be sorely disappointed to find out that I didn't fit the stereotype. Besides, I had eyes for her PA, who had been looking at her boss disapprovingly all night. That was a glaring indicator right there.
    When we stood outside again, I was in two