The fundraiser

You feel a little awkward as you step out of the limousine and enter the hotel ballroom where the fundraiser is being held. You're not used to wearing a tuxedo, although you must admit you look good in it, and the fact that every other man is dressed similarly puts your nerves at ease. The attire that the women have chosen range from office wear to more elegant gowns and cocktail dresses.

You still feel a little bad about the situation Camila had found herself in. After handing you the tuxedo, she was so flustered that she didn't even stick around to make sure that it fit correctly before she shuffled out of the estate, into her portable office, and away. You hadn't even had a chance to thank or tip her for her services.

You can feel your cheeks redden as you step into the main hall where people are mingling, and there's a giant electronic screen up in front where the event has prominently featured the faces, names, and amounts of their donations of the top 10 donors for the night. Your face is right at the top, and you notice people whispering and looking in your direction as you walk pass. You alternate between nodding solemnly and smiling politely, not used to the social situation where you're the most important person in the room.

You start to forget about your own uncomfortable situation as you see several famous celebrities and female athletes that had donated to the fundraiser. You recognize some tennis stars, a golf prodigy and some Olympians. You assume the really tall women are basketball stars.

As you take a glass of champagne off a waiter's outstretched tray, you hear a familiar voice and you whirl around to locate it. It takes you a second to recognize the face not too far away that belongs to the voice, and you can't help but smile as you take in her beauty, and that of her equally stunning blonde companion.

It's Martha Hunt, the Victoria's Secret angel you had a chance encounter with in the theater, and you certainly remember her and her body even though it was pitch dark when you had met. As Martha turns and looks at you, you can see the recognition in her eyes too.