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have eyes for me and not Frank as she took it upon herself to arrange us just so. Even the photographer seemed to be annoyed at her, but at least she got results. We only had a couple of hours before we had to leave for sound check and she whipped everyone into top gear. Every other shoot we'd been on had lasted the best part of a day and this was a whirlwind compared to those.
    "No, no, no!" Georgie walked towards us, waving her hands like some kind of banshee. "This isn't working. Where's the stylist? Zoe, darling , come here."
    Zoe squeezed my hand as she was pulled across the studio, her eyes betraying the fact that she was trying to hold back laughter.
    "We need to change her outfit," Georgie was saying to the flustered woman who was styling the shoot.
    "Okay everyone," the photographer sighed dramatically like he was saying not again . "Take a break."
    Sagging my shoulders in relief, I walked straight over to the pot of instant coffee that was set up on a wonky trestle table and poured a styrofoam cup to the brim.
    "You know Georgie is making sexy eyes at you?" Simone whispered in my ear.
    I groaned. "Don't remind me."
    "Do I need to do something?" She was my friend, but she was still our manager and had a duty to look out for us professionally. There was no need to get worked up about it. We'd be done with the face-to-face tomorrow, but Jessie was also included in that equation and I wasn't ready to be done with her.
    "No. She'll be gone tomorrow."
    "That's pretty blatant sexual harassment." 
    I snorted. Dobbing in the over-enthusiastic Marketing Manager? There goes my manhood.
    "Don't sound so enthused."
    I rose my eyebrows at her.
    "You and…" she began, but I clapped a hand over her mouth.
    "Nothing happened," I said. "Keep your lips zipped, S."
    Peeling my hand away, she laughed. "Okay, but keep an eye on the cougar. She's on the prowl."
    "I don't know if I should be flattered or scared shitless," I groaned. "Why doesn't she go after Frank?"
    "Because he's an acquired taste." Simone winked and took a few steps backward. "Eyes on the prize, Cosgrove."
    Rolling my eyes, I waved her off and downed my cup of lukewarm coffee and made a face. Caffeine was caffeine.
    "Okay," Georgie yelled, clapping her hands. "Places."
    The photographer went nuts after that, flashing bulbs and elbowing Georgie out of the way when she got too close. All in all it was about fifteen minutes and we were done. Everyone had had enough of Georgie, but Georgie didn't seem to notice. I'd known the woman all of a day and already I knew I'd be glad to see the back of her.
    They'd dressed us in Calvin Klein Hugo GAP whatever and the first chance I got I slipped away to change back into my own stuff. I didn't care for labels and fashion that much. Of course I knew image had a lot to do with a band, but shit, our image was nonchalance. Pulling on my own black jeans and boots, I yanked off the shirt and t-shirt the stylist had given me and reached for my own. That's when the door opened.
    Tuning around, I expected to see Chris or Frank, but my mind instantly cursed on my behalf. Shit, fuck, ass .
    "I'd hoped I'd get a chance to talk to you alone before the concert tonight," Georgie said, slinking over to me.
    I had no shirt on and suddenly I felt my skin prickle. Not in a good way, either. As I went to pull on my t-shirt, she slid her hands on my wrists, stopping me.
    "Georgie…"
    "How about it?" she asked, her hands moving across my skin to my waist. "We've got time."
    Yeah, maybe I should have been more assertive the night before instead of getting Jessie to save me. If I'd been less of a pussy, then maybe I wouldn't be in this situation right now.
    Grabbing her wrists, I pried her hands from around my waist. "Not gunna happen."
    "Are you sure?" she purred and I had to stop myself from visibly cringing. Women like her, who thought they could win over every guy with sex, turned me off.
    "Positive." I let her go, pulling my t-shirt on and grabbing my