Chapter 3 STILL ON GALA NIGHT

After that distasteful encounter with the reporter, all that kept Scott

From leaving the charity event was the prospect of another glimpse of the mystery woman wearing the pink.

As for the blonde blatant flirtation, she might not be a reporter, through he wouldn't rule it out.

An opportunity of some type, regardless been there , not interested.

Impatient, staring at the stage , Scott mind flickered to the questions the reporter had flung in his direction. He was sick and tired of accusations directed at his personal character, tainting the reputation of a company he had worked into a solid success.

Announcement just came up, Scott-Ocean eyes reverted to the stage, Sophia was the mystery woman she owned a clothing store . He found that charming for a reason he didn't understand, any more than he understood the overwhelming complete way the woman had taken him by storm .

His heart raced as the brunette at the end of the runway appeared, his limbs heated. What would she look like transformed into a starlet? But then he was quite partial to that little pink sweat suit for reason he couldn't begin to understand.

A smile lifted the corner of his mouth as he thought of the way it hugged her cute , firm backside with delicious precision.

A female appeared at the edge of the runway and began to sashay toward the crowds. Scott inhaled savoring the moment, anticipation thrummed of fire in his vein. The fire that never came. He frowned . This wasn't the woman he'd met at the valet podium.

. He knew it with the same certainly that he knew those pink sweat had made him hot . The woman on the runway was taller than his mystery woman; she walked with heavier steps, her hips and breast, fuller.

Scott cursed under his breath, disappointment curling in his gut . Disappointment that was no more explainable, no more logical than the over the top interest that a chances of meeting with a stranger had created in him.

Ladies and gentlemen Maryville will be presented to you guys in a short time, relax and take a look

The tension in Scott shoulder slid a way . A waiter appeared and offered him a glass of champagne and he decided to indulge that glass of bubble but that wasn't the only thing he wanted to indulge in. There was a woman on his mind, a woman who had his attention, a woman he had to have. Instinctively, he knew she wasn't a woman for causal bedroom encounter.

The only thing his life allowed at the moment. She might want him but simply have to convince her of the value, the pleasure, of a night of sensual escape. She would be a challenge, a provocative chase he couldn't wait to get underway .

The brassy came from behind her as Nicky appeared in the mirror behind Sophia

and whistle "I do declare, Missy. You make a damn good Maryville montenegro ".

The transformation had happened so quickly, her mind was spinning. She stared at her herself in the mirror amazed at what she saw ,

Would never had thought that blond hair would suit her coloring, but with the right makeup and the ruby red lipstick. She had to admit she could pull it off.

Then her clingy sparkling gown that some how seemed to create curves that weren't there before, hugging her waist and caressing her hips. As for her breast well gel bra were, were indeed the true miracle

And the low cut of the cleavage and chests Showing too much .

Looking sexy, Becky asked. "Of course you can go out there boldly". "You look elegant sexy, not slutty sexy, you darling, are the show in this showcase. You look amazing ".

Oh, God. Her neckline concern slid away as a new worry took their place. What if I fail?

You won't fail

Her stomach rolled. I fell during high school graduation. People laughed.

Nicky paled , clearly rattle, but it didn't keep her from pushing onwards."think of this as a challenge, take over the room like you do your business. Just go out there and forget the crowds and be Maryville ".

""""I can't breathe said Sophia "

Nicky helped her to breathe normally, we have three minutes, Nicky said.

She inhaled a heavy breath and said "inside your circle is your safe zone , no one can hurt you , no one can laugh and you can't and will not fail down. You can be anything you want, do anything you want".

Announcement came up, everyone in the room beware, Maryville headed their way, walked out on that stage , Scott eyes got fixed at the stage and a noise came up loud, "I love you Maryville" and Scott lose attention and a glass of his champagne got broke on the ground.

The sparkling liquid tickling her tongue, the party around her abuzz with food, friends and chatter. Sophia abuzz a titillating game of cat and mouse, which had ensued shortly after surprisingly successful walk down that stage .

A game of hunter and huntress, with she and Scott-Ocean exchange heated stares , connecting with an electricity that defied reason. There was no conversation. No attempt at contact. The anticipation heightened with each glance, it excited ,it entrances, it promises pleasure long overdue.

A tiny aches budded between her thigh wit a discomfort that demanded attention. Sophia sipped her, The bubble floating down her throat. She had a buzz that delivered courage.

It is time to escalate this flirtation to find out exactly how far it would travel.

She shifted he attention to the conversation, nodded and exchanged a few words before excusing herself

She didn't look towards her hunter . Didn't have to she could feel him staring at her ,feel him as surely as she could the tingling of her skin, the sizzle of her sensitized nerve ending.

How long had it been since she had felt the touch of a man hand , the pleasure of intimately joined bodies? She needed that feeling, need it as surely as she needed her next breath.

Sophia waved through the thinning crowds; the hour was growing late , near midnight. Her was the courtyard at the rear of the elegant entertainment room, as she murmured a few greeting along the way .

She pushed open the double paned door and exited the cool air sweeping her hot skin ,enveloping her with temporary relief. Fancy stone benches and fragrance sweet flowers lined the red brick trail , ground light illuminate the colors of red ,yellow and blue. Sophia didn't linger ,pressing forward, down the path, into the shadows. The clicks of the floor door sounded her and a shiver tongled it way down her spine. He was there , he followed.

David Scott-Ocean stepped into the night the wind lifting around him, his eyes catching on the silky swirl of material a second before it disappeared down the fork to the left ,hidden by decorated foliage. He smiled the hunter in him on the prowl .

For her, his little contradiction. The woman beneath the seductive Maryville montenegro, who was also his little brunette butterfly.

Innocence and seductive

The contract intrigued him but what really intrigued him was what he felt deeply in his gut when he peered across the room at her , The deep swirl desire that tighten his groin and maddening him with need.

He inhaled, took in the night air ,taste it -savoring the flavor of passion and perfume thick on his tongue, her perfume, her passion. He stepped forward, tension in his muscles, desire in his blood. Long stride took him down the path slow, steady stride that defied the urgency pulsing within his groin. Control was a talent, the art of pleasure. The more anticipation, the more wanting, the more relish in the ultimate moment of release.

She learned against the railing. The breeze gently blowing, exposing creamy white skin, Would it be as soft as he thought it would be? Would she taste of sugar or spice? Would she purr like a kitten or scream like a cat? A kitten he thought, he couldn't wait to find out for sure . Still, he didn't rush ,didn't push forward. Scott lingered to enjoy the vision pure female lines before him . Enjoyed considering all the erotic possibilities the two of them could share. Enjoyed trailing it downward, moment before he tugged away the silky material . Moment before he exposed bare skin and full, high breast. His eye traveled the long line of silhouetteone lasttime, the tapered , tiny waist , the curve of her lush hips . She didn't turn, didn't move, yet somehow he felt her awareness of his presence.

"Sweetheart ", he said. "As honored as I would be to your last dance. The last thing you want is to be photography as my latest conquest and splashed all over the papers.

Sophia eyes went wide at the unexpected and not satisfying bite of those words. She was no born Maryville but she was woman enough to know Scott had just earned himself a justified smack down in the name of every woman in this place and she intended to give him.

A slow confident smile slid onto red painted lips. "Ah now, darling, she purred. "The only one in danger of being a conquest this night is you" . She pushed to her toes and brought her lips a breath from his , teasing him with the potential. He whispered to herself ear "you are mine tonight, home is calling, event is about to end ".