Chapter 2:

She was amazed at how big his hotel room was. It was bigger than the scum-bucket of an apartment she was dying to pay. She was literally dying her in Las Vegas. She wasn't who she used to be. She was a puppet with the strings being pulled by him and she couldn't even stand up for herself. She shouldn't even be here, she'll pay for it in the morning…unless Zeke was too high to even notice she was gone, but he'll beat her just for spite.

"This place is amazing!" Sharpay said almost breathless… and this was just the living room part there was still a kitchen, luxury bathroom, and an enormous bedroom with the most comfortable bed that her body has ever rested on, even her parents never had it this good. She couldn't believe where she was. This really was like "Pretty Woman", which just happened to be her favorite movie. Except Troy was way sexier than Richard Gere could ever attempt to be.

"I'm glad someone likes it here," Troy said plainly as he snuck into the kitchen as she wondered the suite in complete awe. He smiled when he noticed she had worked her way back to the living room.

"You can not honestly tell me that you don't like it here…" Sharpay exclaimed still trying to take it all in. She quieted down when she noticed he was laughing softly at her.

"Do you want something to drink…? The bar is definitely not mini. I'm sure it will have anything you want…" Troy said invitingly standing in front of the entrance to the kitchen.

"Only if you can mix up a good sex on the beach."

"A little peach snaps, a little vodka, mix in some raspberry and cranberry juices and you're good too go…" Troy said as he dashed back into the kitchen to get her drink quickly.

"Don't forget the pineapple juice," Sharpay said as she walked over to the giant Stereo that was in the corner. A little music couldn't hurt, after it was her biggest passion in life and Zeke didn't let her listen to much music at home.

"I could never forget the pineapple juice!" Troy said as he handed her one of the two identical drinks in his hand. They hand a little bit of Bolton flair with a rounded piece of Pineapple hanging from the side of the glass.

"You haven't changed much, you're still…"

"Utterly irresistible delightfully funny, unconditionally sweet… You can stop me anytime. I wouldn't want my ego to get ahead of me."

"I was going to say lunk-head basketball boy."

Troy laughed as he turned the station to play soft music. It was what he liked to listen to as he sat to unwind and get ready for bed. He sat down at the giant couch watching Sharpay slowly dance around the room as if it was the first time she had ever danced. She looked astounding as she lost herself in the soft song about love although she probably gave up on love a long time ago.

"Dance with me…" Sharpay said as she stopped in front of him setting her drink down. She smiled sweetly as if she was actually innocent like the years had never token their share of wear and tear on her.

"I don't know. I'm not a good slow dancer." Troy said knowing that she would see through that.

"You weren't a bad dancer in high school if I remember correctly. Or do I have to start calling you an old man as I grab your arthritis medicine?"

"You're just trying to provoke me."

"A dance is just a dance…" Sharpay said as she grinned at him as if they were breaking all the rules… She wanted to break all the rules with him. She wanted to be with him here and now in this moment and she wanted this moment to last a lifetime!

"I guess one dance couldn't hurt anyone."

Sharpay smiled in victory. She looked at him seriously for a moment. That split second when he let his hand gently grab her waist brought back so many memories back to both of them. It hurt her more than anything in that moment. It reminded her that the life she once wanted was never going to happen. She remembered the exact moment on stage when Troy grabbed her gently to make sure Gabby knew it was only for the musical. She remembered how it felt when they had to practice the kiss, the way that both tried to deny the spark that so obviously flew between them. It was those sparks that held them together in this moment that they again were both trying to deny.

Troy looked at Sharpay. After all these years he still couldn't stop thinking about her. Why did he really invite her to his hotel room on his last night as a bachelor? He couldn't focus on anything but her lips… the way her shirt hugged her every curve… the way she knew just how to sway to bump him, turn him on and make it look like a mistake.

"I think I might go check out that giant hot tub you call a place to bathe." Sharpay said as she pushed him away invitingly. She wanted him to join her. She wanted to do something she knew was wrong on all the right levels. She grinned mischeviously as she strutted her way to the bathroom. Just before she reached the doorway she turned around holding up her index finger and bending it to let him know just where he was wanted.

"I really shouldn't do this…" Troy said under his breath. He looked up to the spot where Sharpay was once standing. "But how can I not?"