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Behind The Music	By : SavageWords Category: Individual Celebrities > Gerard Butler Views: 1424 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I do not know Gerard Butler. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

Chapter List
- 1-Chapter One
- 2-Chapter Two
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Chapter Two

Checking her watch, Danielle swore for the umpteenth time that day. She was late again. The photo shoot would have started by now. The last thing she wanted to do was try to sneak into a room full of people. As the elevator glided up to the top floor, she dug out her notes from her bag. Taking a few seconds, she began to rifle through them. This guy was an up and coming actor when he made his switch. The last movie he made was an adaptation of the poem, Beowulf. Before that, his last major motion picture was the Andrew Lloyd Webber musical, The Phantom of the Opera. Danielle groaned as she closed her eyes. “I knew it, another J Lo.”

The elevator dinged, signaling that she had reached her floor. Taking a deep breath, Danielle shoved the folder of notes back in her bag. The elevator doors slid open and she took a hesitant step out. A regular office setting surrounded her. There was a buzz of activity all around and people in suits were moving all around. Her eyes landed on a reception desk and that’s where she headed. She noticed a young woman in her very early twenties behind the desk. “Excuse me, but I’m here for the Butler photo shoot. I’m running a bit late, so could you tell me where I can find Mr. Butler?”

The young woman looked up with a shy grin. “Of course. They are in room ten, that’s just down the hall.” She pointed down the hallway. “When you get to the corner, just take a left. It’s the first door on your right.”

Danielle gave her a nervous nod. “Thanks.” She took another deep breath as she headed in the direction she was told. She hated sneaking into photo shoots. She always felt like a third wheel. Now it was worse because she never met the guy. The thought of touring with him all summer had her groaning again. Charlie owed her big time for this.

She reached the door and stood before it, afraid to go in. She could hear laughter and the snap of cameras behind the glass doors. “You have to go in, Danielle.” She spoke softly to herself. “Charlie is counting on you.” She hated herself at that moment for actually enjoying her job enough to listen to her boss. Putting her hand on the doorknob, she opened the door and stepped in.

The room where the shoot was held was done up like a hotel room. One half of the room was the bedroom where a king sized bed sat. The hotel room was made up to look like an old Victorian room. The bed had a huge dark oak headboard that stretched up nearly four feet above the mattress. It was ornate in its carvings, and had a very masculine feel to it. The other half of the room was done up very modern. There was a light gray background, surrounded by bright lights. Yet the star of the photo shoot seemed to be MIA.

Danielle turned her head and began to look around for anyone that would have the aura of a rock star. Under her own rules, she refused to see a picture of her newest story. She didn’t want a picture lying to her. She wanted to see for herself in person what she had to deal with. Yet with the room filled with two photographers, assistants and suits, she wished she had a picture of this Gerard Butler now. Turning her head she caught sight of something that had her frozen to the very spot where she stood.

There was a pair of French doors leading out to overlook the Hollywood landscape. The setting sun filled the night sky with brilliant hues of purple and orange. A man was leaning against one of the doors, looking out as if lost in his own thoughts. He wore only a pair of black leather pants that seemed to cling to every hard ridge of his body. They almost seemed like a second skin, especially with the way they laced up in the front. With his body half turned towards the oncoming sunset, the other half was covered in the dying rays of the sun. His chest was bare, only hard muscle being seen. His dark shoulder length hair looked softer in the light. Only his profile could be seen, his jaw covered in a neatly trimmed beard. The one thing to top it all off, his feet were bare.

Danielle’s eyes widened as a sense of recognition hit her hard. Oh god no, she thought to herself. No, it couldn’t be. Charlie wouldn’t do this to me. She watched as the man posed for another round of pics. Just when he began to turn around, Danielle quickly hit behind one of the columns. Her heart was racing and she found it difficult to breathe. She cringed as she clenched her fists. “Oh shit, this is not good.” She whispered to herself.

“Ok Gerry, now I want you to face me. Put your arms up on the doors, palms flat.” One of the photographers called out to him.

Turning around, Gerry raised his muscular arms and put his palms flat on the French doors. His head hung a bit as he stared at the ground. How he hated these damn things! But he was finding out just like in acting, photo shoots were a necessary evil. He tried his best to look interested but the truth was he’d rather be away from all this mess. He’d rather be on stage, singing.

“Head up, Gerry. Look right into the camera.” The photographer instructed.

Lifting his head slowly Gerry’s green eyes lifted and something caught his attention out of the corner of his eye. He saw a flash of red and black. His brows furrowed as he turned his head slightly to the column in the far back of the room. He could just make the outline of a woman and it looked like she was trying to hide back there. Oh now he was curious as hell. He held still as a couple more pics were snapped. He smirked as he watched the woman. When she got brave enough, she let one eye peek out from behind the column. But as soon as she saw he was looking back, the head quickly disappeared back behind the column.

“Great Gerry, just wonderful.” The photographer beamed. “Ok why don’t we get some shots of you on the bed?”

Lowering his arms, Gerry nodded. “Sure. Do you want my shirt on this time?” He stepped away from the doors. “You know there is more to me than my bloody body.” He couldn’t hold back the grumble as he walked over to the chair that held his shirt.

The photographer laughed nervously. “Of course there is. But I can’t tell ya how much of a frenzy these pics are going to create.”

Giving the photographer a fake sarcastic smile, Gerry grabbed the shirt that was draped over the back of a chair. “Oh of course.” He drawled sarcastically as he slid his arm through one of the sleeves. His eyes moved from the photographer back to the column. He couldn’t hold back the smirk that formed. When he moved to the bed he was going to get a full view of this woman. Who was she?

“Someone fix the shirt. I want it loose, looking like it doesn’t care.” The photographer waved his hand, pointing to Gerry.

Gerry rolled his eyes as a young woman rushed over to help him fix his shirt. The shirt was a royal blue dress shirt that he had started to button up. Instead the young woman began to unbutton it, fluffing the sides out to make it hang on his broad shoulders. She unrolled the sleeves to make the cuffs hang over his wrists. She quickly fixed his hair and then adjusted the chain around his neck. “All done.” She smiled nervously at her handiwork.

“Great.” Gerry started to walk over to the bed. As he walked, his head turned to get a view of the woman who was hiding. The column came into full view, but the woman seemed to be walking around it to avoid him. His eyes narrowed. What the fuck was going on? He put a knee on the bed and started to crawl across it. He heard the photographer telling him to lean against the pillows and put his arms behind his head.

Danielle groaned as she watched him get on the bed. This was not the image she needed right now. She was in big trouble. She couldn’t do this. If he found recognized her, awkwardness like she’d never known would hit her like a ton of bricks. Of all the strip joints in all of Vegas, he had to come waltzing into hers. She knew she couldn’t hide from him forever. After all she had a job to do. She was good at what she did. No one was going to stop her from doing it.

Leaning against the hard headboard, Gerry tried to adjust the pillow behind his back. His hair flowed over his shoulders as strands hung over one eye. The leather pants strained against his thighs as his legs lay stretched out before him. The shirt lay open as his chest was bared to the whole room. The pants were riding low on his hips, giving a hint of the trail of hair that led from his navel to disappear in the band. He posed as the other photographer began snapping pictures left and right. Then something caught his eye again. He lifted his head to stare at the column. However he wasn’t prepared for what came around from behind it. As the woman walked around, his eyes widened as his jaw dropped. “Fuckin’ hell!”

Staring out at the bed, Danielle fought the urge to run as far as she could away from this room. Moving from behind the column, she leaned against it to give her the support that her body was lacking. Feeling the cold hard concrete of her support, she took a deep breath as she met his eyes head on.

Well what do we have here; Gerry smirked as he stared into a pair of emerald eyes. Of all the things he was expecting today, this was not one of them. Yet here she was, his little waitress from the strip club in Vegas. After he left that night, he had briefly thought about going back and getting her number. What was she doing here? His eyes roamed over her as his tongue snaked out to lick slowly over his lower lip. Today she was dressed a bit more professionally. She wore a black suit with a tailored jacket and knee length skirt. He could see a bit of white silk peeking out from under the jacket. Her copper colored hair was pulled back into a long braid that came to rest on her shoulder. Suddenly the leather pants began feeling a tad bit too tight.

“There we go Gerry. Why don’t we all take about twenty minute break?” The photographer asked as he handed his camera to his assistant. “That way you can take a breather.” He waved his hand in dismissal as he walked away, muttering something to his assistant.

Gerry continued to stare at Danielle. Neither one made a move for about a minute. Then a slow smirk spread across his face as he lifted his hand and wiggled his finger in a Come Here motion while wiggling his eyebrows. When she glared at him and crossed her arms over her chest, he chuckled. Oh he liked this. She definitely had a fire inside her. “Hello Dani.” His voice rumbled softly with his brogue, coming out deep and husky. “What brings you to my world?”

Danielle ground her jaw as she took that painful step forward. Walking over to the bed, she leaned on the large footboard, giving him a glimpse of her cleavage peeking out from behind her silk cammi. “I told you before, the name is Danielle.”

Quickly moving to his knees, he knelt in front of her on the bed. He waved a finger back and forth as he looked into her eyes. “Ah ah…you’re in my world now. It’s Dani.”

“Danielle!” She growled.

“Dani.” He smirked.

“Danielle!”

“Dani!”

“Ugh! You are so childish!” She rolled her eyes.

He chuckled as he leaned forward towards her. “You didn’t answer my question. What are you doing here? How did you find me?” He lifted his hand to run it down her arm. “I can’t say I’m unhappy to see you here. Surprised, but definitely not unhappy.”

“Oh come off it.” Danielle knocked his hand away. “You know very well what I’m doing here. It’s my job. As if I’d come see you if it wasn’t.” She shook her head.

“Job?” He looked confused. “You’ve come to give me another lapdance?”

Her eyes widened as she began to laugh. He didn’t know! Why would he? The last time she saw him he thought she was a waitress. “Not hardly pal. I’m the reporter from On The Beat magazine. I’m the lucky one who gets to follow you around all summer.”

Now it was his turn as his eyes widened. “WHAT?” He sat back on his heels as he stared at her with a dumbstruck look on his face. Doc told him that there would be a reporter following him around all summer but this was the last person he thought of. “You’re Danny Reese?”

Danielle sighed as she winced. “That’s my byline. I have to put a masculine name. No one takes a woman seriously in music journalism. But that in no way gives you the right to call me Dani, got it mister. My name is Danielle!” She pointed a finger at him, lightly jabbing his chest.

A lopsided grin appeared on his face as he grabbed her hand and brought it up to his lips. He brushed the tips of her knuckles with his feathery soft lips. “I’m just waiting for the day to call you mine.” He winked as he swirled his tongue around a knuckle.

“Oh like hell buddy!” Danielle scoffed as she jerked her hand back and with a hard shove, pushed him back on the bed. He fell back on the bed as she rolled her eyes. “Like I said with the lapdance, it will be a cold day in hell.” She stared down at him. “Maybe if you cut that mop and shaved that shit off your face. But see I don’t do barbarians.”

Smirking up at her, Gerry winked. “I’ll keep that in mind, love.”

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Gerry checked his watch and sighed. She was late. He wondered if this was an everyday thing with her. They had reservations at eight o’clock and it was now ten after. Sitting at the bar waiting for her, he took another drink of his Coke and turned to look at the entranceway of the restaurant.

“Where the hell is this broad?” Doc, his manager asked grumpily as he took a sip of his beer.

“Hey!” Gerry gave him a sharp look. “She is only doing her job and I want her treated with respect.” He ordered his manager. “It’s going to be hard enough for her to travel with a bunch of men. I want all of the crew and the band to be polite. If I hear of any case where it’s otherwise, there will be hell to pay. Understand?”

Doc looked startled as he nodded quickly. “Of course Gerry. Anything you say.”

Before Gerry could say anything, he caught sight of Danielle hurrying through the lobby to enter the bar. A smile broke out on his face as he swirled around to meet her. He let his eyes roam hungrily over her as he stared openly. He told her to dress casually, but if this was casual he’d do anything to see really dressed up. The dress she wore was black and had spaghetti straps, coming down to mid thigh, showing off her legs. She wore a pair of stilettos and that just about drove him over the edge. Her hair was pinned up tonight.

“Hey Dani. Nice for you to actually show up.” Gerry smirked as he turned around to lean back against the bar.

“I’m sorry I’m late. I had to make a few calls.” She tried to explain. But when she saw Gerry smirking at her, she put her hands on her hips. “Well you’re lucky I came at all. The thought of dining with you didn’t really do much for my appetite.”

“Well then I guess you’ll have to talk to me all evening, instead of eating.” Gerry winked. When she groaned, he chuckled. “Dani, I want you to meet Doc Anderson, my manager. Doc, this is the lovely reporter that is going to follow me around all summer. Personally I think it’s because she likes my ass.”

Doc chuckled as he shook Danielle’s hand. “Nice to meet you.”

Danielle glared at Gerry as she shook Doc’s hand. “Nice to meet you. Should we go sit down somewhere?”

Gerry hopped off the barstool and put a hand on the small of Danielle’s back. “Our table was ready over ten minutes ago.” He smiled as he nodded to the bartender as they walked to their table. “Are you always going to be this late? Do I need to get you an alarm watch?”

She growled low in her throat. “I said I was sorry. Besides, I’m supposed to be invisible and trail behind you. You’re not supposed to notice me. You’re supposed to go along your everyday activities and let me watch.”

“Ooo I didn’t know you were into watching?” Gerry’s eyes lit up as he wiggled his eyebrows up and down. He looked over at Doc. “See I told you. She likes watching my ass.”

Danielle closed her eyes and took a deep breath. “I don’t like watching your ass!” She opened her eyes to glare at him. She couldn’t argue that he looked good tonight. Maybe too good. He was wearing a pair of jeans similar to the ones he wore when she first met him. Or should she say the jeans were wearing him? They seemed to be painted on, hugging his body tightly. The shirt he wore wasn’t much better. It was a gray stretchy cotton that was V necked. The material hugged the hard muscles of his chest and strained over his biceps. As he turned around she got a glimpse of his chest and swallowed hard. She found herself staring at the medallion hanging in the middle. He lifted up an arm and ran his long fingers through his hair, causing her to suck in her breath.

His smirk quickly turned into a pout. “You don’t like my ass? What’s wrong with it?”

“Gerard!” Danielle growled out.

“Hold up, love. First things first, my name is Gerry. No one calls me Gerard but my mum.” He held up his hand in front of her face.

“But the name on your CD is Gerard?” Danielle threw up her hands.

“It was a promise to my mum.” Gerry shrugged as he pulled out a chair, holding it for Danielle.

She sat down and nodded to him. “Thank you.”

Gerry sat next to her, and Doc sat across from her. “She said she loved the name too much to have it buried behind Gerry. So I promised her back when I was acting to keep my professional name, my full name.”

“Yea, Margaret can get him to do anything.” Doc chuckled.

“So why did you switch from acting to music. Please tell me that your idol isn’t J Lo.” Danielle grabbed her water glass and took a drink.

“Oh ha ha.” Gerry replied dryly as he took a sip from his own water glass. “But tonight is not about me. We can start all that tomorrow. Tonight I want to know about you.”

“Me?” Danielle choked down her water as she stared over at him. “But I’m not exciting at all.”

“Oh but that’s where you’re wrong, lass.” Gerry’s eyes lit up. “Now why would a sexy little reporter like you be doing hiding out in a Vegas strip club? That has been bugging me ever since you showed up earlier.” He leaned closer to her. “Why did you lie to me, love?

Danielle shifted nervously in her seat. “I didn’t exactly lie to you. Hector forced me to dance for you. Remember?” She fought looking over at him, fearing to get lost in those green eyes again. She had to be strong. This was her job. No matter how good looking her subject happened to be.

“But you gave me that dance anyway.” Gerry put his hand on hers and rubbed softly. “You didn’t have to, but you did.”

“I told you I couldn’t do one. But you didn’t believe me.” Danielle tried to ignore the tingles that sent shockwaves throughout her body. “I couldn’t blow my cover.”

“Well to be honest love-“ Gerry couldn’t help but smirk. “It wasn’t even one of the good ones. Maybe you could work on it and then get back to me.”

Danielle reached over and grabbed his hand and threw it off her arm. “And I remember saying that I don’t do barbarians. You want a lapdance you can cut that hair of yours, and shave that beard. But then since we won’t be doing either anytime soon, we’ll just have to work together somehow.”

Gerry chuckled as he grabbed the menu. “You never know, I may just surprise you one day.”

“Ya, I’ll prepare myself.” Danielle opened up her menu.

He looked up and blew her a kiss over the menu. “You do that, love.”
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