Yes

A few days after your initial meeting with Carrie Underwood, she had called to set up the dinner date with you.

So now you found yourself across a table from one of the most beautiful women in the world, and things couldn't be going better.

"I always like to feel a connection with all the people I bring on board to work with Carrie," you tell her as you look at her in the all black number she is in tonight, "so thanks for being so willing to work with me on this."

"It's not a problem John," she tells you, sipping on another glass of wine, which you notice is starting to make her a little tipsy, "it's still kind of hard to believe that a little girl from Oklahoma is so close to conquering the whole world like I am."

"You deserve it Carrie," you tell her, looking her dead in her eyes and noticing that she was doing the same thing, making you think she might be more than willing to sleep with you tonight, "let's get this contract signed so we can get out of here."

You hand Carrie a pen and watch her sign the contract that would allow you to control her every move in Hollywood, and even though you desperately want her in your bed, you figure everything else will take care of itself.

"There you go John, I'm yours now" she tells you, laughing and smiling at you as she hands you a signed contract, brushing your hand in a way that may have been accidental, but still managed to keep you hot for her, so you decide to see if she might be willing to go home with you tonight.

"Carrie," you tell her, holding her arm as you both get up to leave, giving you a chance to see just how much the wine is affecting her, "now that you have signed on to work for me, I was thinking we should go back to my place tonight and keep this conversation going?"