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the dresses structure we opt that a
bra would ruin the effect. I fasten my heels and stand up.
    “Wow!”
Marco and Hannah say at the same time.
    I
turn to look in the full length mirror in my bedroom and I couldn’t be happier
when I see my reflection. “Marco you did well!”
    Marco
starts to curtsy and we all burst into laughter.
     
    The
car pulls up outside the event and we wait for the driver to get out and come
round to open the door, when we step out we will be on the red carpet and there
is a sea of paparazzi ready to snap us.
    I
take a deep breath as the driver gets to the door, “Ready, Han?” I have been to
these kinds of events numerous times, but I can never shift the nerves I get
beforehand.
    I
step out and I am momentarily blinded by all the flashing lights — we start to
make our way along the carpet, posing for pictures together and stopping to
answer questions the reporters shout before making our way inside the hall
where we are greeted by Sasha, we exchange pleasantries before making our way
to a table. I find myself looking round trying to find Matt l but I can’t see
him anywhere.
    “He’ll
be here soon.” Hannah says, I must have made it too obvious I was looking for
him.
    “I
know.” I flag a waiter over to take our order. “Could we have two bottles of
champagne, please?”
    “Make
that three.” A deep, sexy American voice says from behind me and instantly I
know it’s him. I turn to face him and oh my God. He looks divine. I have to squeeze
my thighs together to stop the pool forming between my legs. He is wearing a
three-piece dark grey suit which fits him perfectly, showing off his masculine
frame.
    I
don’t recognize the man standing beside him, but he is also a fine specimen of
a man. He nods at me.
    “Hi,
Matt.” Is all I manage, I’m lost for words.
    “Hi,
Casey.” He moves to take the seat beside me and turns to whisper in my ear “The
way you look tonight — I wish you weren’t all business and more pleasure.” I
can feel his breath as he speaks and it sends a shiver down my spine as he
refers to our previous conversation.
    The
time goes by so quickly — it’s true what they say. Time flies when you are
having fun.
    Matt
and I have spent the night in our own little world, chatting amongst ourselves.
The connection we have is undeniable. We started by talking and laughing, but
ended up whispering with our heads bent close together.  Our eyes meeting, our
breath mingling, our hands just barely grazing each other was making me crazy. 
Is it the champagne or Matt Jackson that was making my head spin ever so
slightly?
    Shortly,
I excuse myself to go to the ladies with Hannah and Sasha.
    “Woooow,
will you two get a room?! You’re making me blush.” Hannah teases.
    “The
two of you would make a perfect couple; you are both sexy and wealthy!” Sasha
winks.
    “Will
you two shut up?” I laugh at my two friends.
    “He
looks like he is going to pounce on you any time soon. You’re going to have to
take that man home tonight.” Hannah wiggles her eye brows and Sasha agrees.
    “Oh,
I intend to.”  I wink at them before turning toward the mirror; I touch up
my lip stick, rub my lips together and blot.
    “Come
on, it’s time for a dance!” Hannah directs us out of the ladies room, we twist
and turn through the scattered tables and eventually we make it to the crowded
dance floor and start moving to ‘Beyonce – Single Ladies’. I recognize a few of
the people around us.  Luke Parrie, who is the most arrogant person I have ever
met, is dancing with a girl whose face I know but can’t put a name to. As
always, Luke’s wing man Greg Wells is close by and he is dancing with a red
head.
    I
remember when Hannah and I were ‘blessed’ by their presence at an award
ceremony a few months back.  Luke wasn’t too happy when I told him he didn’t
stand a chance when he asked if he would be able to look inside my panties.  It
wasn’t long until he turned