AN: Thank you for all the reviews and support I received for the first chapter. Just to clarify, this will be a Trory. Well here is the second chapter, I hope you all enjoy it. And Please Review and give me some feedback.

"Rory, I think you should go for it. My only question is, do you know anyone who can fill the 'Rebel Without a Clue' shoes?"

"No, but I'm sure we could find someone."

"Yeah."

Both girls sat munching on their Chinese noodles. All of the sudden Lane let out a squeal.

"I've got it. You know how I've been thinking about getting Dave a new guitar for our anniversary? Well, what kind of guys are normally in Rock bands? Bad assess. You as well as I know that lead singers ooze charm and most have that devil-may-care attitude you want."

"Okay, good idea Lane, but that still doesn't tell me where we are going to find a bad ass."

"Mr. DuGrey, my boss, told me about this shop over in Soho. Apparently they carry great vintage albums, shirts and some guitars that make you want to weep with joy. I was planning on hitting it this weekend. Why don't you come with me?"

Lane could see the excitement building in her friend's eyes.

"Ror, I really am glad that you are going after something you want and not just settling for what you think your dad wants for you."

"I am too, Lane, I am too. Have you noticed anything out of the ordinary with my dad? I can't seem to pin him down so we can plan this party. And you know as well as I do, he would normally be all over anything that would make my mom smile."

Thinking hard Lane shook her head. "I haven't noticed anything, but you can be sure I'll be on the lookout from now on."

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Like every Saturday morning, Tristan walked to Vinyl and let himself in. Vinyl was a vintage mecca to those with any hint of musical taste. He dealt with the financial part of the store and was a silent partner, while his best friend Jess was the face of the store.

The two had met in college. Both were from affluent families, but otherwise they were as different as night and day. Tristan was the prodigal son, excelling in athletics, graduating at the top of his class, becoming the brass ring that all society 'ladies' hope to snag into marriage.

Jess chose a more unconventional route. He was intellectual, but had no interest in applying himself in a 9 to 5 office job. His passions were music, women and living life to fullest in that order.

Jess was the heartbreaker and Tristan was the reliable one. Despite their differences the two were as close as brothers and considered each other family.

As Tristan walked into the backroom he heard a muffled "Toss me the box-cutter." Looking around he finally saw Jess half buried inside a large box.

"Heads up."

Sticking a hand in the air, Jess grabbed the tool, causing the rest of his body to emerge from the box and a shit-eating grin to appear on his face.

"Damn I'm good. So, what's going on Junior?"

"No too much. What's in the box?"

"This is only one of the most finely tuned, piece of musical history, the 1963 Strat, Sonic Blue. Do you think I can get you to sort the new vinyls and cds we just got in.? I'm going to finish unpacking the rest of this stock.

"Sure, no problem."

"How's the new job going?"

"Not so bad…"

While raising his eyebrows in a suggestive manor Jess asked, "There any lookers there?"

Shaking his head while laughing Tristan proceeded to tell him about Rory Hayden.

"So, even though I know exactly what kind of guy she wants, I can't do anything about it. I even thought about asking you for pointers, Mr. I've left a trail of broken hearts along the eastern seaboard. The more I thought about it I realized there is no use. I could never pull it off."

Glancing down at this watch Tristan saw it was time to officially open Vinyl for the day. "Jess grab your keys, it's 9 am. I'm going to finish sorting. Holler if you need me."

"Like I ever need you."

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The bell dinged as Lane and Rory made their way into Vinyl.

With eyes wide as saucers Lane whispered to Rory. " Oh my god. I think I have got to heaven. How could I never have heard of this place? Oooh.

"I don't know, but I have a feeling that you are going to find a perfect gift for Dave. Why don't you start checking things out?"

"Okay, you are right, Dave is going to love this place. Oooh, look over there. They have a 'hard to find' section that takes up the whole side of the store. I still can't believe it."

Laughing at the dazed expression on her friend's face, Rory says, " I know. Oh, and Lane keep an eye out for 'Mr. Right-Now' for me."

Deciding to start browsing on her own, Rory walked toward the back of the store. An open doorway grabbed her attention. Expecting an empty room, she was surprised to see a man unpacking boxes. His back is turned toward her, but she was able to see the play of muscles underneath a well-loved navy blue t-shirt. Her eyes traveled down to one of the most pinch-worthy pair of buns she had ever seen. They are only accentuated by well broken in jeans, thread bare in places and looking thoroughly pliable.

Rory's eyes make the trek back up to see his face, but his back was still to her. Watching from the shadowed doorway, she saw, as he turned sideways. She was finally able to see his profile, her breath caught in her throat and her heart started racing.

Noticing a young woman standing near the door to the backroom, Jess approaches her.

Clearing his throat, mhe-hem, "Is there something you need help finding?"

The unexpected voice causes Rory to jump sky high.

Turning she has her hand pressed to her chest, she gasps out a breath. "Oh, my goodness, you frightened me."

"Sorry about that," Jess said to the pretty petite woman in front of him, watching as her eyes flit back to where Tristan is unpacking stock.

"My name is Jess Mariano, I'm the owner of store. Is there anything I can help you with?"

"Oh, sorry," holding out her hand, "I'm Rory Hayden. There isn't anything I need, but my friend is looking to buy a guitar for her boyfriend. It's for their anniversary. Do you see the small Korean girl by the drums over there?'

"Yeah, is that your friend?"

"Yes."

Jess's mind was still stuck on the young woman's name. It was too much of a coincidence. She has to be the girl Junior was stuck on. Deciding that Junior needed to live a little, he decided to get the ball rolling.

Acting as if he was just noticing Rory looking at Junior, he nodded in his direction while giving her advice.

"You should probably stay away from him. You seem like a nice girl, so I'm gonna give you a piece of advice. He's bad news; all he cares about is the music, fast women and even faster cars. He is not someone a nice girl like you need."

With a breathy quality to her voice and her eyes glued to Junior, she asked an important question. "So, he's a Rebel?"

Swallowing a snicker, Jess nodded gravely, "Yes the worst kind of Rebel. A rebel with charm. I really should get rid of Junior, he's no good to me, but he does know his way around a guitar and he's a walking music encyclopedia."

"Those don't seem like the best of reasons to get rid of an employee."

"Well, his is like a brother to me, so I could never really get rid of him."

Trying to mask the excitement from showing on her face, Rory nodded sagely at the advice being given. "Thanks for the heads up Mr. Mariano. I think I will keep looking around, but I see that my friend needs some help. Do you think you could help her?"

"Sure, and the name's Jess. Remember what I said. He's not the kind of guy a nice girl like you needs to get involved with."

After Jess left, Rory stood there staring at Junior. Hearing a noise of pain come from him, she saw him shaking his hand. Without taking time to think about what she was doing, she slipped into the back room shutting the door.

"You're bleeding!"

Turning toward the voice, Tristan blinked. It was as if he was able to conjure Rory Hayden, by simply thinking about her. He had been daydreaming about her; not paying attention, and accidentally cut himself on the box-cutter.

Looking at his cut he said, "It's not too bad."

"Is there something you needed?" he continued in a low baritone voice that was causing shivers to race up and down Rory's spine, "because customer's aren't usually allowed back here."

"I'm waiting on my friend, and I saw you cut yourself. I wanted to see if you needed help. Is there a first aid kit around here?"

Nodding in the direction of the working bench across the room, "Over there, bottom drawer. You make it a habit to go from store to store, helping workers in aid, Princess?"

"The name is Rory Hayden, not Princess. Why don't you take a seat and I'll bandage you up?"

Moving with the grace of a panther, he stalked toward her, Backing up as he neared her, she automatically sat down.

A seductive grin appeared on his face, squatting down so he was eye level, "I think you might be in my seat. Of course I could always sit on your lap."

Rory felt her face heat up; she closed her eyes, berating herself for losing her cool. She had been so good, up until now. Opening her eyes, she met the pacific blue of his eyes. She felt herself getting lost in them. Tearing her gaze away, she quickly got out of the seat. "Junior, go ahead and sit. I'm going to get the stuff to clean your cut."

Tristan sat there looking at her, with her back to him, he was able to let his confusion show. Junior? Why would she call me that? Only my family and ...JESS. He must have said something to her. Seeing that Rory was walking back toward him, his train of thought broke.

As she knelt in front of him, Rory took a deep breath and softly took hold of his injured hand. The skin-to-skin contact sent a jolt of something, almost something like recognition, through both of their systems, causing their gazes to collide.

Murmuring softly he asked, "How did you know my name was Junior?"

With a breathy quality not normally found in her voice Rory told him, "You friend, Jess, told me." Screwing up her courage she continued, "He saw me looking at you and could tell that I wanted to meet you."

Tristan sat there looking at her with confusion in his eyes, "Why?"

"You seemed like someone I might want to know." Rory saw the confusion in his eyes change to a sparkle of interest.

Quickly opening a band-aid, she carefully placed it over his cut.

Looking at her features, taking in the soft pink stain on her cheeks, sparkling eyes and her parted lips, Tristan shift forward. Slowly closing the gap between them until she felt warm breath on her lips.

Looking into his eyes, she softly murmured, "You're taken care of." From off in the distance Rory heard her name being called by Lane.

Tristan slowly stood up, causing Rory to stand. Walking her backwards until she was trapped between him and the wall. "So you thought you might want to get to know me?" As he was talking he placed his hands on either side of her face softly cupping her cheeks. Leaning down until their breaths mixed together, "What makes you think you want to know me?"

Placing her palms on the soft navy-blue fabric covering his chest she told him, "You seem like you might be a little be dangerous."

"Dangerous?" Tristan lowered his face, until he was able to skim his lips along her jaw, near her earlobe. Softly whispering into her ear, "You think you can handle dangerous? I'm making your heart race, aren't I?"

His warm breath was causing goose bumps to explode all over her body. "What makes you think you have any effect on my heart?"

"This." Tristan lowered his head to drop a sweet kiss over the spot where her pulse raced out of control. Using his hands to tip her face up, he aligned his over hers. Getting so close, but holding back.

The anticipation was killing her. Junior's sweet breath softly fanned over her lips, causing her to lick her lips in an unconscious gesture of want. She felt him fit a muscular thigh between her legs causing her arousal to shoot up. His nearness was causing her to go crazy. She was beyond thinking; she just acted. She was the one to join their lips together. She needed this kiss like she needed her next breath.

It was an instantaneous heat that flared. His lips were so soft and tantalizing. He was causing her to forget every other kiss she had ever received.

He deepened the kiss with a fierceness that took her breath away. Without permission he took, entering her mouth, causing the heat to escalate. Rory slipped her hands up his chest and around neck.

Tristan trailed his hand down her back, following the trail of her spin to the top of her bottom. Widening his stance for better alignment, he jerked her to him. The pulsing heat coming from his groin caused her to moan into his mouth.

Tristan tore his mouth away, both of them stood there gasping for air. Placing his hands back upon her cheek, he smiled, "Rory, your friend keeps calling for you."

"Who?" Unable to gather her thoughts, Rory took a deep breath. Only problem was that she kept breathing in Junior's scent. How could he focus? Why wasn't he kissing her again?

Laughing shakily, "Your friend."

"Oh, my friend. I better go."

"Rory, you're going to have to let go of my neck."

"Oh, Sorry." Untangling herself from him, she smiled shyly. Looking around the desk she noticed a cup of pens.

Tristan watched as she rummaged around in her purse. Rory had blown his circuits with that mind-numbing kiss. Realizing she was talking to him, he tried to focus.

"Here's my number. Call me."

Taking the piece of paper, he looked back at her and nodded. Rory stood on tiptoe a pressed a quick kiss to his cheek and walked out the door.

Tristan collapsed on a chair. Letting out a deep sigh, and rubbing his hands over his eyes. He sat there thinking about the mess he just got himself in. But man what a mess it was.

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