PERFECT STRANGERS

No one but you got me feeling this way

There's so much we can't explain

Maybe we're helping each other escape

Who knows the secret tomorrow will hold?

We don't really need to know

'Cause you're here with me now, I don't want you to go

Maybe we're perfect strangers

Maybe it's not forever

Maybe intellect will change us

Maybe we'll stay together

Maybe we'll walk away

Sheldon Lee Cooper age 32, was an eligible bachelor, a player and the son of an oil tycoon. He was a genius going to college at 14 and getting two doctorates by the time he was 21. Breaking from his father's control to make his own wealth. He and three of his friends started a company named after each letter of their last name. They created a computer App that help make them a million dollars before turning that million into a $500 million empire. (pronounce Check) CHWK Science and Technology Labs. CHWKs products varied from Game Apps, Science and Medical Research, and Space Technology. the alpha male whose wealth and youthful looks drew women to him.

Sheldon rolled his eyes at the buxom redhead that had wrapped herself all over him. Leave it to him to find a groupie at a gaming convention in Las Vegas.

"Excuse me miss" his voice dripping with annoyance as he quickly unwrapped her arms from around his person.

She smiled at him seductively "Hi Sheldon."

"Do I know you?" he asked her noticing her showgirl custom.

"We met last year at your cousins Marcy's wedding in Houston."

Sheldon frowned at her thinking 'Does she know how many people I meet a year.'

"You don't remember me?" She asked him getting offended when he gave her a blank look.

"We hooked up in the manager's office at the reception hall?" She whispered.

He leered at her before saying loudly "Yes the girl with no gag reflex, right?"

A few people near them overheard him causing her to gasp at his crudeness. The redhead's eyes went wide in shock and embarrassment; she quickly turned and ran off shouting "Asshole!" leaving him standing there smirking at her retreating back.

Sheldon looked around at the people that stared at him "What?" he asked.

Causing them all to look away from him and continue with their business.

His driver waited for him as he left the convention center. Sheldon got in giving the driver directions, deciding to head back to his penthouse room at the Bellagio instead of the Vegas strip.

Amy Farrah Fowler age 30, was considered a 'Rock Star' in the Neurobiology world. She was young and successful in her field. Going to UCLA at 16 before going to Harvard for her Master's and Doctorate. She was not much of a social butterfly and had no friends outside of work. She had spent the last five-days at a Neurology Symposium in Las Vegas. Sharing her published research article on her neurophysiology work in England. This research had gotten her several jobs offers. She had selected a job that brought her back home to California. She loved working for MBI labs it was a small research laboratory but they gave her carte blanche to do her research. Well until four months ago when the company was taken over by CHWK Labs. Since then her research has been hampered by changes, like no more carte blanche, instead she had to send weekly reasons to some clueless asshole explaining why she needed money to procure items for her experiments.

Amy made her way through the sea of people at the Bellagio's grand ballroom. She smiled at bystanders as she walked towards the door. One man handed her his card has she passed by "I enjoyed your lecture Doctor Fowler, please keep me appraised of any new updates." She nodded and continued walking, she was tired it had been a long day. She had enjoyed herself but thank God it was over. She was looking forward to soaking in the tub and going to the spa before dinner. Her phone rang, she picked it up has she made her way to the elevators.

"Hello?"

"Happy Birthday honey!"

Amy smiled "Thanks Mom."

"How are thing at the symposium?"

"Great, I finished my lecture and will be heading home tomorrow."

"But is Friday and it's your birthday! why don't you stay till Sunday and enjoy yourself Amy." Her mother told her hopefully "Maybe you will meet a nice young man, from the symposium."

Amy laughed at the phone "All the 'nice young men' as you put it are too busy gambling and trying to get lucky with the showgirls to pay me any mind."

"Well I think you should still stay and take in a show, you work too hard. Amy sometimes you gotta just relax and enjoy yourself and not worry about what anyone else thinks. Speaking of that I put a nice dress and shoes in your suitcase to wear tonight."

"I saw that, thank you and who said I'm not enjoying myself?" asked Amy waiting for the elevator.

Her mom rolled her eyes on the other end of the phone at her daughter's stubbornness. "We'll have you heard back from that horse trainer you went out on that date with?"

This time Amy rolled her eyes at her mother's question. "No Harman has not called me." she said entering the elevator, pushing the button to her floor while ignoring the man standing on the other side of the elevator.

"You know our date went terrible, we had nothing in common and you know the only reason I went out with him was so I could borrow your George Foreman grill."

The man in the elevator couldn't help but listen to her conversation. He watched her enter the elevator on the second floor without acknowledging him. Raising an eyebrow at her rudeness, he was not use to women ignoring him. He listened as she told the person on the phone that she had dinner reservations for 7pm at Olives to celebrate her birthday before calling it an early night.

He assessed her with a critical eye; she was not attractive enough to tempt him. She dressed like an old spinster with opaque tights and grandma shoes. She had on too many clothes which made her look lumpy. Her glasses were too big for her face, her brown hair laid straight and flat on her head. The cardigan she was wearing hid her chest so he couldn't tell if she had a rack on her. His eyes trail down to her skirt, he frowned in frustration when he couldn't see her posterior. As if she knew what he wanted to see, she laughed at something said to her on the phone before turning slightly giving him a better look at her ass. He couldn't help the small smile of satisfaction that appeared on his face. Big, firm, and round just like he liked. He frowned at his reaction 'slumming… really Sheldon? Stop!'

He blinked out of his thoughts when the elevator doors opened at her floor. His eyes followed her out as she walked down the hall, his hand unconsciously moving to press the open-door button to hold the elevator doors open longer so he could watch her walk away. Little Cooper twitched approvingly in his pants.

"Interesting." He said out loud.