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hand through my hair, heart thumping erratically in my chest. What the hell did I say?
     

 
     
     

     
     
    Dee Cosgrove was not the kind of guy I was expecting him to be.
    Even from the short conversation I'd had with him, he seemed down to earth. He even seemed to have the same thoughts about the whole label facade. I couldn't deny that I found him attractive, but his comment about the club not being his thing had sparked my interest.
    "I can't believe it," Georgie declared, throwing her head back against the seat.
    I had to ride with her back to the hotel or I was positive she wouldn't get there. And the woman was my boss. The shining example I was meant to mold myself into. Unlikely.
    When I didn't answer her she said, "That Dee Cosgrove is damn fine. I can't believe he wasn't interested."
    I knew from the bands promo material that he was ten years younger than her. Twenty-five. A year older than me. "Maybe he has a girlfriend?" I offered, suddenly wondering myself.
    "That's never stopped them before, honey."
    I tried not to throw up in my mouth and just shrugged. Oh, I don't know. Maybe he had class? Georgie glared at me and let out a dramatic sigh, taking out her cell.
    As much as I wanted to, I'd never ever talk back to her. She was my boss and even though I worked unpaid, she had the power to oust me from Galaxy and every other label in the country. I'd be lucky to get a job bussing tables at Hard Rock Cafe if I pissed her off. I knew what was good for me, even if she didn't.
    Georgie might be a huge slut, but she was good at her job and she got results. People were afraid of her and rightly so. She was a massive diva and if she didn't get her way, then she was the kind of person who'd relish in getting people fired for messing up her lunch order.
    "He was all over you," she declared suddenly.
    "I don't go there, you know that."
    She scoffed loudly, flinging her cell back into her bag. "If I can't fuck him, then you may as well."
    I almost choked only own spit. "Georgie!"
    "You're all so goodie two shoes," she slurred. "News flash Jessie-J. If you want to get to where I am, you need to uncross those legs of yours." She slapped my knee.
    I felt my face redden and my eyes flickered to the driver, but he didn't flinch. At least someone in this car was professional.
    "I saw the way he was looking at you."
    "Well," I said firmly. "I don't go there, so I'm just going to keep my legs together."
    She looked me up and down resentfully, shaking her head, shaggy dyed black hair sticking to her face. When she slumped back into the seat again, it was back into a sullen silence and I was grateful she'd let it drop for now.
    My mind went to that obvious place, the one where I wondered what it would be like to kiss Dee Cosgrove. Whether he tasted as sweet as he came across, or if he was dirty and wicked. I swallowed hard. I could not be having these thoughts.
    I didn't sleep with guys to have a good time or to further my career. I wasn't like that. He lived in Australia. I lived in New York. If I was fucking Dee Cosgrove, it would be in a relationship. And that was not going to work. For one, I didn't even know the guy.
    All these dirty thoughts were counter productive. I just had to let it drop and get through the next few days with my integrity intact. Dee Cosgrove was a client. Nothing more.
     

 
     
     

     
     
    Since Zoe had moved out of our hotel room to stay with Will, I was alone with myself and that wasn't a good thing. By the time she stopped by the next morning, I was bouncing off the walls, flipping channels on the tellie, scribbling in my notebook, anything to keep my mind off the inevitable.
    Letting her in, I scanned the hallway behind her. "What, no lover boy?"
    "No," she rolled her eyes at me. "I let him sleep in after his crappy flight. He'll be at the gig later. Are you ready?"
    "As I'll ever be."
    She gave me a look, which was all she ever seemed to do lately.
    "What?" I grumbled. "You know me. I'm a loose