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whisper.  Michael Wade had her full attention now, as she watched him swagger toward the front door to the club.  There was no extra room in her brain for another argument with Gary.
    “Good afternoon,” the rep from Bostonian Promotions began, extending his hand for everyone to shake.  “I’m sure you’re all familiar with Michael Wade.”
    Michael removed his dark glasses and slid them into his shirt pocket.  Then he offered his hand to shake as he went around the room.  One by one, each band member reached for Michael’s hand and introduced themselves.  Annie was last in line.
    “Hi, I’m Annie Logan,” she said, her voice cracking in mid-sentence.  She wondered if he noticed how sweaty her hand was and wished she had wiped it off before she reached for his.
    “I’m sorry, I didn’t catch your name,” Michael replied, giving her hand a gentle tug.  His statement forced her to look into his eyes again.  When she did, her stomach flip-flopped.  Something clicked in her brain.
    “What?” she asked.  When their eyes locked, she felt the blood drain from her head to her toes.  His eyes were a unique smoky, blue-gray color and shimmered like reflection pools.  His skin was flawless.  His lips were full and brooding and his jaw line was strong and convincing.  She had never seen him up close and the impact of his masculine features took her breath away.
    “I didn’t hear your name,” he said again, still holding onto her hand.
    Annie stared back at him, mesmerized by his presence.  As hard as she tried, she could not turn away from his penetrating eyes.  He was holding her hostage by the mere power of his gaze and it scared her to death.
    “My name is Annie Logan,” she managed, and followed her statement with a weak smile then nervously began chewing on her bottom lip.
    “Okay, enough of the formalities.  Lets get down to business,” the Bostonian rep said, pulling out a chair to sit.
    Finally, Michael released Annie from the prison of his eyes.  She sighed with relief, and yet the fullness she had felt while holding onto his hand was gone too.  She retreated to a safe chair beside Buzz.  Michael sat opposite Annie and next to the Bostonian representative.  Several times throughout the meeting, Michael caught Annie’s gaze and attempted to hold her stare.  Each time, Annie felt her face blush and she’d quickly look away like a naughty school girl after being caught in the act of some lascivious deed.
    If someone had asked her to recall any of the details of that first meeting she would have failed.  She could not get beyond the fact that she was sitting at the same table as Michael Wade and that he had held her hand.  Or his eyes, and the way they seemed to soften each time they drifted to her and the way his hair hung so sexily, framing his amazing face. 
    An hour later, her hand was still sweaty when Michael shook it to say good-bye.  She would never forget the emptiness she felt when his black Porsche pulled away from the curb.
    “What the hell was that all about?” Gary shouted, giving Annie a shove on the shoulder.
    “What was what all about?” Annie replied without emotion, as she watched the red tail lights of Michael's Porsche disappear into the distance.
    “Jesus, Annie, you didn’t have one word to say in that meeting and it was you that got us into this fucking situation!  It would have been nice to have heard some input from you instead of watching you throw ‘fuck-me-glances’ back and forth to Wade.”
    “Excuse me? I did no such thing!  Maybe I was a bit star struck, but I was not throwing ‘fuck-me-glances’, as you so eloquently put it, at anyone!”
    “Lighten up man, I think we were all a bit star struck.  You’d be lying if you said you didn’t feel anything sitting at the same table with Michael Wade.  I thought I’d stop breathing when he shook my hand,” Buzz chuckled.
    “Yeah, and did you see the ring he had on his left hand?  Was