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jump . His touch his electrifying. I quickly pull my hand away from him, and I readjust myself in the stool. Mr handsome is still staring at me. He is very intimidating and very smug. His full lips part again. I am getting the feeling that he is a little impatient. I feel my cheeks firing up as I catch him staring at my legs. I feel really uncomfortable around him. I can’t accept his offer to buy to me a drink. I slowly climb off the bar stool and when I stand fully in front of him, I really appreciate how tall he is. I am five-six and I have three inch heels on and I still feel dwarfed by him. I try to maintain my composure as I politely refuse his offer.
    “Thanks but I’m good.” I say in a firm voice. I flash him an awkward smile and I turn to walk away from him. I’m surprised and a little concerned when he strides towards me and pulls me back around to face him. My heart starts to pound as he begins to talk.
    “Why won’t you let me buy you a drink? Have I done something to upset you?” His voice is smooth and all-American. I shake my head; he should have a foreign accent to match his looks. I pull my hand out of his and I look up into those eyes. He smiles at me, and he looks really young and playful. I can’t deny that he is a stunning guy, but I am just not interested in getting to know him. My main rule for my new life in LA is that it has to be a guy-free zone. I am not looking for love or that one prefect guy. I came here for one reason –music. I am not going to get distracted by some gorgeous guy. I have come so far. I can’t go back to my old ways, not now. Things in my life are starting to turn around and who knows; maybe tomorrow my life will change forever.
    “How could you upset me, I don’t even know you? Now if you’ll excuse me.” I spin around, but he pulls me back again. My heart is racing, this guy is so annoying.
    “Get to know me. My name is … Jonathan. But my friends just call me John.” I roll my eyes at him. He is so annoying, why won’t he let me leave? I am used to guys hitting on me, but this guy is taking it to a whole other level. I need to get away from him. He could very easily be the distraction that I am desperately trying to avoid.
    “Look it’s not personal. I just gotta go, but it was nice to meet you … John.” He bites his lower lip and he runs his fingers along his jawline. I am little mesmerized by him, but I ’m forcing myself to act cool.
    “Okay then leave!” He says in a bitter tone. I am a little startled by his firmness and I don’t feel comfortable around him. “Better yet I’ll leave!” He says through a set of pearly white teeth. I watch him, stunned as he pushes his way through the busy crowd. I flop back down onto the bar stool, and my hands clasp together. What was that? Who was that guy? I try to compose myself as Sydney sits down next to me.
    “What did Mr Gucci want?” She says referring to Jonathan or John as he prefers to be called. I laugh at her nickname. Mr Gucci . It’s very fitting to him and it has a nice to ring to it. Mr Gucci you’re everything that I am trying to avoid.

 
     
     
     
     
     
    Two
     
     
     
     
    The next morning I wake to a buzzing headache. It was late when Sydney and I got home last night, and we did drink a few too many beers. I crashed on my bed, but I couldn’t sleep. I tossed and turned all night with images of Mr Phillips and Mr Gucci rushing through my head. I can’t believe that I have a meeting today with the CEO of BeatBox records. I never expected anyone of those music moguls to like me. But one did and I am really faltered and excited about today. My looming meeting has consumed most of my thoughts but every now again; a thought of Mr Gucci enters my head. I am used to guys hitting on me, but there was something about that guy which was different. He wasn’t like any other guy that I have seen before. He was really beautiful and his fashion sense was out of this world. He was tempting