Let’s get one thing straight. I’m not a stalker. Nor am I a groupie.
I just happen to have a thing for men with power. Hollywood power.
To wit, one deliciously fit, uber-sexy guy with mega-watt connections. His name? My secret. It's poor etiquette to rat out the guy you intend to seduce, my friends.
And that’s what this is about, after all.
The art of seduction.
So, pour a glass of wine. Turn up the A/C.
Things are about to get very hot.