Face to Face With the Devil:
Lucy Cole absolutely hated these events, hated them with a passion. All it was for the press was to get more photos of her and her family, and she hated it. Sure, a bit of attention was never too bad but she still hated the way her parents still dragged her to them now that she was a grown woman.
Checking herself in the mirror, Lucy smiled at her reflection and reached up to make sure the bun in her hair was still in place. Looking right and ready, she turned and went to rejoin everyone else in the bookstore. It was a big day; they were releasing the newest book by an up and coming entrepreneur by the name of Harold Saxon.
The bookstore was flooded with people and Lucy often found herself standing off to the side. The normally quiet young woman didn't mind, much. She was caught up in her own world, in her own thoughts that she didn't notice when someone approached her.
"Care for a drink?"
"Hm?" The blonde looked up; a little dazed that someone was even talking to her. She blinked once, and then twice, realizing just who was talking to her. In front of her, just a few feet away stood Harold Saxon, the man of the hour, holding two champagne glasses. Being a lady of breeding, Lucy never let her manners fail her. "Sure, I'd love one."
He smiled at her, a most charming smile it was as well. "I don't believe you told me your name, beautiful."
A flush filled Lucy's cheeks for a moment and she felt swept off by her feet by that smile alone. She didn't know what it was about him, but she felt so taken. "Lucy, Lucy Cole."
"Well, Lucy Cole, I believe this is your drink then." His hand extended, holding the second drink out to her.
As she took the champagne glass from him, her fingers brushed against his and she got a feeling in the pit of her stomach, a feeling that she couldn't shake, that her life would never be the same again.
Little did she know that at that moment she had come face to face with the devil himself.
