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get to the door.
    “Frankie, what’s the plan for this bitch?”
    “Hmmmm,” I smirk at G. “I doubt she’ll want a cent from us after tonight.”
    “Do you need extra security for this benefit thing?”  
    “Doubtful. We’ll see how it plays out.” I walk away with my head held high and an air of confidence but with a hint of arrogance because if she truly loves her son, then by the end of the evening, Betsy Miller will no longer be an issue. If she’s not at the benefit tonight, then I’ll be sure to have photos taken with Jeremy and plastered on the front page of every newspaper within a ten mile radius, confirming how easily I can get to the person she loves most. Once I’ve successfully shut the bitch down, that frees my time up to have my real fun with Jeremy. If there’s a repeat performance of the limo ride though, it won’t end to well for him.
    I spend a couple of hours lounging around and going over some bills for my legitimate businesses when I look at the clock and it says 1.11pm. Locking all the books up in one of the safes, I head upstairs, strip and get in the shower. As the water pounds down on my body, I hear the door open and I see Bernadette head in.
    “Miss DeLuca, it’s after 1.30pm I really need you out so I can do your hair.”
    “Just finishing, Bernadette. Won’t be to long.” I’m not embarrassed about Bernadette seeing me completely naked, matter of fact I’m proud of my beautiful Italian body. I have God given hips, voluptuous breasts and an arse most women would kill for and most men would fall to their knees to worship. There’s nothing about me I’d change, simply, I’m desired by men and envied by women.
      Turning the shower off and stepping out, Bernadette, my stylist, has a large fluffy yellow towel waiting for me.
    “Miss DeLuca, if I may say, I think your hair needs a trim, it’s looking a little ratty around the bottom.”
    “Hmmmm.” I dismiss her suggestion.
    “Have you picked your dress yet? I think I saw Jade downstairs when I got here.”
    “Not yet, call for her while I dry off please.” Bernadette leaves the bathroom while I dry myself. Moments later Bernadette re-enters with Jade.
    “Miss DeLuca, did you get a chance to look at the dresses I brought in?”
    Wrapping a robe around my nude body I shake my head no. “Pick me something backless, with a split to the top of my thing,” Jade smiles a wicked little smile and her eyes light up.
    “Yep, I know the one I’ll bring up.” She pops the P in ‘yep’ and leaves to retrieve the dress.
    Bernadette starts drying my freshly washed hair as I sit back in my chair and I relax to her gentle touch. Jade comes in and clears her throat to gain my attention.
    “Miss DeLuca?” She holds up the dress I’ll be wearing tonight. Wow! I certainly will not be blending into the back ground with that dress. The light catches the gold and makes it shimmer, the floor length gown has a dangerously low back, that’ll sit on the top of the curve above my arse, the halter neck crosses over at the back with gold sparkle, and the sides of the dress will need magic tape to ensure no accidental exposure.  
    “That’ll be just perfect. Shoes?”  
    Jade holds up a pair of strappy gold heels. My smile is all the confirmation needed for Jade.  
    “Miss DeLuca, with a dress like that I think a soft up style for your hair. I’m sure Carlos will agree,” Carlos the make-up artist saunters in just as his name’s mentioned.
    “You could throw a sack on this woman here and she’d still look totally fuckable,” Carlos announces in his flamboyant voice as he talks with not only his mouth but his hands and entire body.
    “Go away, Carlos, I have to do her hair.” Bernadette says.
    The next two hours are spent getting, primed and pampered. By 4pm the stylists have all left and I walk downstairs to find G waiting for me.
    “Wow, Frankie. Is that dress supposed to be so, um, sexy and revealing?”
    “So I scrub up