Samaria Jones is one of the best talent and PR managers in the business. She's got her own company, as much money as she could ever want, a great place and a lot of power. She's worked to become everything she said she would be. When she finds herself in the company and ultimately in charge of up and coming actor Tom Hiddleston, she's taken for a bit of a wild ride. _________________________________________ Tom knows she can't date him; as long as she's his manager there's no way they could ever be involved. But he can't get enough of her, and he'd do anything to have her. Including agreeing to an arrangement only someone who's completely crazy would agree to. But he's incredibly intrigued and if that's the only way he can get closer to her then that's the risk he's willing to take. But the consequences are far worse than he could of imagined; and as long as he's around her he's constantly putting himself in danger. And ultimately he's left to ask himself the question he's wondered since the first time he met her: Can he be the kind of man she likes?

My eye sight was blurred from the alcohol, and the pounding music went through the club was making my temples burn. My eyes glanced around the room, then a second, and finally a third. The red lips that were just there, they were disappearing... And I did what any common man would do, I went after them. I had no conclusion to where my mind was at the moment, but the thought that slipped into my mind," Where? " I didn't know if I was delusional or not, but I slipped into the crowd of girls in their skimpy clothing that were trying to have a fun time and the guys how went after any attractive girl hoping to get laid tonight. But yet nothing was different from any other time, and the same touch. Body to body... people grinding up against each other with no shame. But they were going to black out on the floor in their own houses, forgetting the partner they had a tongue-to-tongue conversation with. But what I want is to discover who those pretty red lips belong to... Everyone around was different in someway, and she was unique. Her petite, and slightly curvy figure... The long black curled-up ponytail, and what I was looking for... The thin red lips that were slightly smudged, but in a delight way. I felt the slight tug on my rolled-up sleeves, and a smooth vodka breathe that caressed my ear. The words were few, and quiet... trying to hide in the pounding music that the DJ provided. " You never know if they come back..." And with that, she was gone...