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He smiled. Nathan was smiling because he should, but Samson was as well. She was so sweet... But he kept him self in the present as he placed a hand on her back, and led her back out to the main entry way to find their limo.

"That's exactly it my dear..." He nodded, glancing at the time. "Especially when the heroine is someone as lovely as you..." He gave her a brilliant smile as their ride pulled up. They were alone outside since everyone was still inside talking and dancing or leaving to head off to some other glamorous place.

"I just hope I dont prove to be a boring background character in you're story..." He added, getting the door for her, his eyes so gentle as they never left her.

That little kiss caught him off guard. He was usually the one who was debonair and brash, making women weak, but here this meek little girl had merely kissed his cheek and his face was tingling. It was odd indeed, as well as a strange sensation in his chest and gut. An unpleasant one...


Yet he shook it, clearing his throat and sliding in next to her, his eyes sparkling as he tried to regain composure. "...You're a fascinating woman Kitty..." He managed o mumble finally after simply taking her. As th limo started pulling away from the curb, he reached up to touch her cheek, smiling distantly as his eyes searched hers. Then very slowly, very gingerly, he pulled her face closer to his, giving her room to pull back though doubted she would.

So without too much hesitation, he returned the affection, only a bit more head on as his lips collided with hers.

Nathan was slightly unnerved deep down that she slowed it all down.

Thats what Samson hated about these types of girls under his line of work. It was so much easier to just sleep around until he had the girl comfortable enough to swipe something right form under her nose.

It was these sweet and innocent types, the ones looking for true love that threw him. He hated hurting them but always seemed to have to, since his usual tactics wouldnt work..

It didnt stop him from trying though.


He was slightly out of breath, annoyed at himself for being too forward, though his eyes stayed closed, hands still holding her small face as he pressed his forehead to hers. Hearing her small Little utterance made him furrow his brow, and go in for another kiss. Though ti was gentle nad soft.
"I'm really not...." He muttered, not really realizing he was blurting out the truth there.
"Especially when I'm with or around you... compared to you I'm the farthest thing from wonderful there is..." He breathed, really just wanting to kiss her again. Samson was a ladies man all around. Though really he was a one tract mind kind of guy when it came to certain situations. If he felt he was going to get physical, he would. If h was just a smooth talker, thats all he did.

But this was a strange new combination that perplexed him in the back of the limo.

He made a surprised sound, pulling back, his face utterly pink as he looked a bit more than embarassed. "Oh- I- I'm sorry... Forgive me... I tend to lose myself in the presence of a beautiful woman..." He swallowed, sitting up to adjust his tie and run his hand through his hair nervously.

"Though ... It looks like you're right...." He glanced up to see they were indeed in front of the shop. He looked down solemnly, feeling foolish before giving her a smile. "Thank you for your company tonight..." He said gently, nodding as he took her hand and kissed the back of it tenderly.

"Goodnight Kitty.... I'll get in touch with you soon..." He gave her a small, distant smile as the driver got out to let Kitty out.

Once the door was shut, Samson's face fell. He sighed rather annoyed as he rubbed his face tiredly.

It all seemed to be working though. She felt she were in charge, which would make her feel trusting and secure. It would give him ample enough opportunity to get the book from her...

It was easy...though why did it hurt?

That strange sensation came back into his chest as he grimaced. It was then his phone rang once more.
He answered it hesitantly as a deep voice spoke through the opposite end.

"Yes yes I know he's getting impatient..." He mumbled with a sigh, rubbing his eyes as the driver got back in the car. "Wha- No. Is he stupid?" Though a violent tone was taken in reply. "Ah- no no of course not, I'm just saying the bigger the splash you make, the more attention it draws. Thats why you hired me remember? I thought we discussed this. ...Uh huh. I'm Close. ...VERY alright? Just be patient!- ...I understand...."
The phone call ended abruptly as Samson let out a frustrated sigh.

The white haired driver up front chuckleda bit, glancing at him formt he rear view mirror, the privacy window down. "What was it this one called you?...Nathan?" He smiled, shaking his head as he made his way down the road. "She's different aint she?" Samson looked up at him confused.

"What do you mean different? THings are going according to plan like always..." He mumbled a reply as the driver laughed again.

"Then why do you look so guilty?" He retorted with a smirk. Samson shot him a look.

"I've never felt guilty for soemthing a day in my life..." Samson growled though knew that wasn't entirely true. He hadn't felt it in awhile though, that was for sure... was THAT the knot in his chest? guilt?

"Come on son..." The older man shook his head. "You're getting older..." Samson shot him a puzzled look. He was still rather young really. "You're sick and tired of these floosies and easy money... You're starting to crave something substantial aren't you?" Samson didnt say anything, not really sure.

"...That girl...She's real." The old man returned his gaze to the road. "You never take this long. Either stick to your job and get whatever it is she has you need, or... drop the job and pursue her as the real you...if you even know who that is anymore..."

Samson furrowed his brow. "..You dont know what you're talkin about Cecile..." He muttered, though it only received a chuckle form the driver.

"I've been watching you pull of scam after scam for who knows how many years... I Dont even know you're real name, but I do know when you're faltering my boy..."

Samson sighed, giving him a look before pushing the button to have the window go up again. "That'll be all Cecile..." He spat, wanting to be alone to brood with his thoughts.

Ergh. Another formal party that he couldn't escape. Diesel had quickly tired of all the fancy publicity parties and events designed to boost the popularity of the Racing Circuit, but being one of the elite stars of the sport, he couldn't escape them no matter how hard he tried. His general method of escape was to 'accidentally' become injured during a training session and convey that for his own safety and health his doctor prescribed rest and quiet for him. Unfortunately this time, he'd become so popular that even his training sessions built large crowds. He didn't mind the gawking spectators if they kept their distance, but when they interfered with his lifestyle - as they had by preventing his white lie - he wished he was back in the military, serving as an anonymous fighter pilot.

At least this evening wouldn't be as painful as some of the others he'd been forced to endure. An evening with Cosette in a dress was not nearly as unpleasant as an evening with Nash in a rented suit. Definitely, this was a bonus. As for himself, he couldn't stand the formality of a tux, so he simply layered a suit jacket over his dress shirt. With his hair artfully disheveled, he struck a fashionable picture. Unfortunately for him, that was not what he was trying to achieve. His agent always did love the way he unwittingly made himself more desirable even when he was trying to be specifically rebellious.

Diesel just kind of stood inside the entrance. He never really was good at this kind of thing. That's another reason he was glad he'd brought Cosette. She always seemed to be in control. Upon seeing eyes turn his way at their entrance, he turned to look for the only woman who he would at all consider bringing with him that evening.

((mmm....I lost his post style. I maaay have to make a new one?))

Diesel was bolstered by the scandalized whispers that followed them into the main ball. He'd never before appeared in public with a woman on his arm, much less a woman dressed to the nines and looking as though she had no other place but with him. Cameras snapped photos as he passed, but he ignored them as usual. The trick to fame was pretending that none of it actually mattered. The trick was to pretend that it wasn't happening, that his stroll up the stars was nothing but another quiet walk in the park. He always looked the part. Everyone believed that Diesel was as aloof as his slightly blank stare indicated.

In truth, on the inside he smirked. He knew how much it was chafing Cosette to be carted around like arm candy. To be sure, she was the finest to be had at this particular ball. Most of the other racers had commissioned common strippers or had allowed their wives to dress themselves to be spectacles. He supposed that second rate fliers like them had to do something to draw attention to themselves. Fortunately for him, he was blessed with the skills and the company to steal all hopes they would have of being noticed away.

He found them a table relatively secluded in a corner. Blocking the crowd's view of them were strategically placed pillars, and the high dais on which the band played. As he sat himself down, he let his features give way to the amusement he was feeling at her strange position. "Uncomfortable? I should think the drafts you're getting up your legs would cool your disposition a bit. Though I guess I should be thanking you." He frowned realizing that he'd simply taken it for granted that she would acquiesce to come with him that night. "I'll admit that the dress suits you better than it would Nash."