Chapter 2 Gala Night

David Scott-Ocean was still on thought about the mystery woman he saw. The thrum of carnal

Burned down through his body. To think he'd almost skipped this event ,since there was

More than coffee brewing right now at the party . He was hot in the midst of allegations about his VIP supposed insider trading, which he hoped like he'll weren't true

A good reason to hide from the press, seems little miss Maryville had given him a reason to come out and play.

As Sophia enter the dressing room, the nervous energy in room was so dam electric, it was contagious.

Her mind raced as she searched for the lead stylist , Nicky,

Announce her arrival , I'm her " she announced and smiled nervously. "Just in time, right?"

"We already replaced you". Nicky delivered the message with all the brassy personality that her red hair and bodacious curves suggested.

Disappointment washed over Sophia and she whispered. Replaced me?"

" What'd you expect me to do. Sugar ?" Nicky challenged. A hand went to her robust hip . You're hours late.

Not even one hour, but hours . As she raked finger through a mess of wild red curly. " I had to turn one of the makeup girls iinto Maryville, and that wasn't an easy task ". She grimaced. "Susie barely fit her size eight body into your size four dress. I worked miracle.

"I really love that dress ", Sophia half whispered to herself.

."You weren't here ", Nicky countered .

" I know", Sophia admitted, feelingtheheat

Of embarrassment and disappointments rushed to her cheeks. "I left a message, I had a plumbing problem ".

"And I was in poo up my neck ", Nicky spat.

"This event is televised and my job is to fill these dresses with starlet look before those cameras roll ".

"Why are you holding Maryville hair ?"

She asked. "Her face redder than Sophia felt. Maryville doesn't like high heels and never wear them, thus , how she fell down the stairs and broke her ankle, she's out . No show for her ".

"Come again?" Nicky asked, blinking as if she didn't believe what she'd heard.

"She's out " , Nicky. We lost our star!" .

Nicky turned slowly and fixed her attention on Sophia, you will be our Mayville ".

" The dress will swallow her whole ", pascal interjected.

"Turned Susie into Maryville ", Sophia suggested.

" Listen , Nicky commanded , " I sewed her into that thing . She's not coming out anytime soon. You're Maryville, you owe me for being so late ". She waved at Pascal. " Get the dress and let me work my miracle ".

Sophia looked down at her B-cup chest , I don't have the equipment ".

"It's time for you to learn the miracle of push up gel bra . You'll never again leave home without one" .

Pascal reappear with a figure hugging dress and Sophia mouth went dry , " are we doing this?"she asked.

" i need you Sophia ", Nicky said.

It had taken her all weeks to embrace her walk down the runway as sophisticated marry porker. She had just thirty seconds to decide her faith . Sophia inhaled, thinking of paying back her grandmother money and the exposure this event would deliver to her store and her future as well as responsibility and adventures, an enticing combination. She made her decision. Yes and yes dared.

FBI Agent,Becky Cross slid a hand over her silver satin covered hip and sashes into action, speaking low into her invisible Mike. "I have Scott in view. Repeat, target in view.

She was good at her job , top of her class at the academy, promoted long before many of her peers .

She wanted another promotion, far away from this place and her partner abused.

Scott was her ticket for that promotion. Snag him and his VIP, she'd snag opportunity and an exit from hell.

Time for action- she stepped around a Christmas tree decorated with brilliant, albeit costume, diamond and silver and intercepted a waiter . Perfect timing. Becky managed to reach for the champagne tray at the same moment Scott did. Their hand collided and she laughed, low, sexy .

"Sorry about that ", she said, casting him an interested look.

He gave her half smiled. It lack the return interest she'd hoped for. "Ladies first, he offered. Monitoring the tray".

She accepted a glass from the waiter and watched him do the same. Expectantly, she waited

The waiter to leave, waited for Scott affinity for flirtatious to kick in. Instead she found him turning away watching the stage. Behind him is six body guards standing , each with mask covering the faces.

Michael, her partner and the agent in her earpiece spoke. "Becky , honey, you are going to have to do better than that. "

Becky really put herself out to look like Scott ideas of fantasy. Scott had a thing for blonds ,is well known . As a favorite of the local press ,he was often photography with a blonde flavor of the month dangling from his arm.

The announcement came to the stage ,the runway show is about to start . A reporter appeared in front of Scott accusing him of insider trading activities. Sneaky bastard had managed to snag an invitation to the party. (He should be working with the feds).she thought.

Becky flagged another waiter and told him to call security, quickly easing her way to Scott side and bringing his conversation with the reporter within hearing range.

Becky smoothly linked her arm to his . "Security is on it way ,sugar ," she said, glaring at the reporter, who cursed and searched the crowds. Sure enough, a pair of Security guard were rushing in their direction. The reporter darted away.

She glanced up at Scott , saw the heaviness of his stare,the disinterest. Damn . What did it take to get this man hot?.

"I'm Becky ", she said, learning into him so that her breast his arm. She used her real name as often as possible. It was easier to avoid screw-up that way.

I gather you're David Scott-Ocean ".

He stared down at her, no sign of emotion, an indecipherable mask on his handsome face. He disengage his arm from her . Thanks

For the save, Becky. Now, if you'll excuse me. I don't want to miss the show.

The first model was taking the stage and just like that, he walked away, she watched him waved through the crowd.

Becky efforts at seduction had been fruitless.

I guess he he doesn't prefer all blonds, babe, Michael said into the Mike.

Jerk. She hissed ,working her way through the crowd toward an empty spot at the food table , where could speak more freely.

" this man is not real , hard to get ".

Becky Cross move toward her partner and both plan a dangerous game on how to get Scott.

She set her plate down and reached up then flipped off her Mike, tired of Michael bad mouth.