He straightened his tie, laughing along to the music as the girl took the arm offered. Sam shook her head, trying to turn back to the business conversation her father was having. The party sparkled, glistening with makeup and diamonds, the rich of the area's teeth whiter than white, whiter than any normal tooth should ever be.

They called him Virgy. It was a silly nickname, really, even though Sam couldn't recall his real name. Counting the one he was leading to the dance floor tonight, he would have taken nine of the richest heir's daughter's virginity. Sam shook her head again, feeling almost dirty as she thought of it. She had actually talked to one of the girls rumored to have... well, you know. The girl had giggled and blushed, looking every bit like the little innocent she was. "He's... he's wonderful, Sam. Gentle and kind and wonderful."

Sam had pressed for more information, Like why they were never together? Why is this guy such a one-night-stand for everyone? She wondered, remembering how the girl had shut down then, directing the conversation away from "Virgy."

"Staring at that one seems to lead to inappropriate things, Miss Manson."

She turned to the voice at her elbow, finding an elegantly dressed man smiling down to her.

Letting a ghost of a grin slip across her face, she said, "Staring is certainly not inappropriate, now is it, Mr. Masters? If you believe that staring is as such, maybe you should rethink what you are looking at, Sir."

He laughed, unexpectedly. He fished in his suit's inner pocket, handing Sam what appeared to be a business card. "Touche, Samantha. I'd love to talk further, and I believe I could set you up with some wonderful opportunities. Get in touch with me if you'd like to know more."

Before Sam could respond, her father noticed Masters. "Vlad Masters! Great to see you again! How have you been?"

It just says him name and address. But why...? She wondered, looking over the card.

When she looked up, Vlad had excused himself. Sam's father shook his head, laughing and returning to his previous conversation.

And Virgy danced, like he always did when there was a woman on his arm.

Bow. Turn. Smile. Laugh.

She was smiling like I was the most magical creature alive. When we slow danced, she clung to me like a newborn baby. She sighed in happiness, making me struggle not to tense up.

I miss home.

The longer she stood here, the more of an idiot Sam began to feel like. She shifted, reaching up to knock on the door again. Just as she was about to make contact, the door pulled open. Sam jumped at the sight of the eyes staring back at her.

"Yes?"

The virginity thief, Virgy himself was standing right there, dressed in sweats. Sam had only ever seen him in tuxedos with his hair slicked back all nice and fancy. The boy in front of her was almost unrecognizable from the infamous Virgy. His hair hung in his eyes, which seemed to have bags under them. And he was slouching. Virgy had always seemed to be the perfect gentleman with the perfect posture. It was almost unnerving.

He frowned. "Can I help you, Miss?"

Shaking herself out of her reverie, she stuck out a nervous hand. He stared at it. "Hello there. I'm Sam Manson. Mr. Masters asked me to meet him?"

Virgy finally took her hand, shaking it with a warm grip that surprised her. (For some reason)

"He's not here. He'll be back in about an hour."

Virgy cocked his head.

She cleared her throat. "Would it be possible to wait, Mr...?"

"Danny."

That's a nice name.

He smiled. "Thank you, Miss Manson. You can wait."

Her eyes widened. Did I say that out loud?

He opened the door wider to let her through, leading her through large hallways.

"Uh, thanks, Danny. Where are we going?"

Danny looked back at her, no particular readable expression on his face. "Not... uh, where do you think?"

"The kitchen, I hope." She decided, laughing. "I'm starved."

"Okay."

Sam cleared her throat again. "So..."

"Toast? Tea? Cereal?"

"What?"

Danny had stopped in front of the fridge, and was peering innocently at her with the door open.

Sam smiled. "Uh, whatever? I was kind of kidding about the food, you know."

He pulled out a jug of milk and bent down to fish languidly through a cupboard. "No you weren't. You like Lucky Charms?"

His hand emerged with the promised cereal and he grinned up at her.

"How did you-"

"-your stomach was growling when I opened the door. Dry or with milk?"

Sam sat down. "Danny? What's wrong with you?"

His dreamy eyes sharpened, racing up to meet hers.

"What makes you-"

"-Daniel!"

Sam's head snapped back, hearing the voice from the front door. When she turned back to Danny, the boy was throwing the milk back in the fridge so fast it was sloshing out, the cap not screwed on properly. The Lucky Charms were already gone, out of sight. Vlad Masters stalked in.

Before Danny could even say hello, Mr. Masters was within a foot of him and suddenly backhanded him across the cheek. "What, boy, do you think you've done? I am told that you did NOT do the deed with that girl last night! Her father paid a great sum for that! Why didn't you do it?"

Danny's eyes were down, panicking, almost delusional looking with how fast they were moving. Sam cleared her throat.

Slowly, Masters turned, straightening his coat jacket as he did. "Miss... Manson. How good to see you. What were..." he glanced at Danny, "you doing?"

Sam took a step forward, holding the business card out for him to see. "You asked me to contact you. I decided the best way would be to just come over. This young man was just giving me... a tour of the house. It's beautiful, Mr. Masters." Then she beamed; her years of being around her father's professional friends creaking into motion.

He chuckled. "I have no doubts that you are lying, Miss Manson, although you do have quite a knack for stretching the truth. Anyone else would have believed you."

Danny shifted nervously behind them, eyes still down.

"Daniel, you may go. Please wait in your room." Mr. Masters said it calmly, not wavering from looking at Sam.

He stuttered. "...what about Tracy?"

The older man closed his eyes, breathing out deeply. "Is she still here?"

"No."

"Than go to your room, Daniel. We'll talk about Tracy later."

Danny wavered, than nodded, (forgetting Vlad wasn't looking at him), striding from the room without the slouch he had exhibited with Sam.

"I'm sorry about the interruption, Samantha." Vlad said, smiling calculating. It was so subtle, it even took Sam a moment to realize how angry he was. Angry at Danny? That he didn't... do it...?

"No need for apologies, Sir," Sam said, trying to sound like she was as confused as she was from that little scene. "Although you have got me wondering about this whole arrangement. What have you called me here for?"

Vlad guided her along with his hand on her back. "Let's sit first, shall we?" He chuckled.

"Now," he began, seating himself at a large desk and motioning Sam to sit as well. "this, for me, is a bit unprecedented as everything regarding Daniel is usually strictly my own business."

"This regards Danny? What is your relationship exactly, Mr. Masters?"

His eyebrow shot up the slightest hair as she used the boy's name. His preference of his name, no less.

"I'm kind of an uncle. An old family friend. The thing is, Samantha, I am going out of town for a time and I can't just leave the boy alone. He, of course, is of great value and importance to me. However, he's quite a child still and I need someone to watch over him."

Sam looked at him with a mix of questioning and mirth. "Um, Mr. Masters, you called me here to... babysit Danny? Isn't he like, 19? 20? Legal? Why would you need me?"

He folded and refolded his hands. "Can I be perfectly frank Samantha?"

She sat back, spreading her hands. "Be my guest."

"Daniel is a whore, and in danger of running away. I need you to prevent that from happening."

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A/N: Why hello there! You must be reading what I'm writing, yes? Amazing! You made it to the end? Are you exciteD? ?ADFA?eriawe?

Lol sorry.

I have plans for this to be very plotty and very sexy. Lots of kissing and hugging and kissing and whatever else them ad-ults do when their in lurve. Hurr hurr hurr. XD

I was going to post the second part now, but I don't think I'm gonna. Objections? Suggestions? YOU LOVE ME? WHY THANKS! (Leave me some comment love, yes?)

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