a/n: Hey guys! This is kind of based off the movie Two Weeks Notice. Let me know what you think.

"Mr. Moon. Please! You're on in two minutes!"

Austin Moon was a world famous singer. His music had been on the top hits for the past two years, and his solo career was soaring.

He was really very talented, with a low smokey voice and the good looks of a rockstar.

He was also very immature, with a taste for the party life.

And I was in charge of him.

"I'm not kidding, Moon." I was desperate at this point. His show was starting in less than two minutes now, and he was still in his dressing room.

"Ally, I need your help." Austin called from behind the closed door.

I sighed. He was completely incompetent. My life pretty much revolved around him.

I had become his manager nearly two years ago, fresh out of college, ready to get in the music business.

I wasn't quite so naive anymore.

It wouldn't be so bad if I only had to handle Austin's career, but I had also found myself managing his personal life.

"All right, Austin." I pushed open the door. "What is i-"

Oh my god. He was not even dressed yet.

Despite myself, I took a second to look at his strong legs, his taut waist and the strong chords that ran under his arms.

He was gorgeous. He had to be, to survive the music business.

"Austin! What the fuck!"

And then he gave me his infamous puppy dog stare. "I'm sorry, Al. I don't know what to wear. Please, you have to help me."

Blowing out a breath, I walked over to him. "Don't you have somebody who is supposed to pick out your outfits and such?"

Austin twisted his hands nervously. "Well, I mean, yeah. But I didn't like what they picked out."

He turned his eyes to me. "And you just always help me, so I figured you could help me with this."

God damn his beautiful brown eyes.

Checking my watch, I groaned. 55 seconds until he was supposed to be on.

"All right, all right. But we have to hurry."

Austin smiled, and maybe I had trouble breathing for a few seconds, but who could say for sure.

Hurrying over to the rack with all his clothes, I quickly pulled together an outfit.

He stared at it. "Hmm, too much purple."

I gave him a look, but picked out another one.

He wrinkled his nose. "I'm not trying to go for the whole western look."

Grinding my teeth together, I pulled out another one.

"Well-"

"Austin. Put it on. Now."

He threw up his hands, a smile on his face. "I was going to say that I liked it."

Rolling my eyes, I tossed him the clothes, and waited while he tugged them on.

He pulled on the dress pants, and I sucked in a small breath.

I would never tell him this but he was one of the most beautiful people I had ever met.

"Can you do me?"

My head snapped up. "Excuse me?"

He shook his tie. "Can you do it? Please. I'm not very good."

God. My mind was seriously in the gutter.

I took the tie from him, standing on tip toe to get it under his collar.

Finishing, I patted his chest. "All right. You're ready to go."

"Are you sure?" He ran a hand through his perfectly styled hair. "I mean, do I look okay?"

I smiled, he was kind of cute when he was nervous. "You're perfect, Austin."

A slow smile crept on to his face. "Yeah?"

For some reason, I could not keep the smile off his face. "Yes. Now go!"

Giving me a kiss on the cheek, he dashed off.

I left his dressing room with goofiest grin stuck on my face.