'For Christ sake Lucas' She groaned. 'Can't you keep bloody still for five minutes' She grabbed my arm and urged me to sit down on the edge of the bed. It wasn't my fault, her close proximity was making me surprisingly nervous. She was trying to cover the remains of my bruise which wasn't proving easy. She walked back over to the chest of draws grabbing some more of the make up articles we'd just bought and chucked them beside me as she sat herself on me, straddling my legs. Jesus Christ. 'Now try and sit still and I'll be done quick alright' She said in a patronizing tone. I definitely wouldn't move now, I swallowed thickly as she placed one hand on the side of my face, tilting it upward and began applying some of the crap around my eye. She widened her eyes at me expectantly. 'How am I meant to do this if you don't close your eye?' She complained when I stayed staring at her confusedly.

'Oh, sorry' I quickly shut them both and allowed her to get to work. I thought she said it was going to be a quick job, but apparently not- this definitely wasn't a speedy operation, it felt like hours had gone by when she finally announced she'd finished. I opened my eyes to see her smiling face.

'Perfect' She placed the make up brush down, admiring her work.

'Thanks, er well, you er better go get dressed' I stuttered like a complete twat, keeping my hands firmly on the bed and resisting from looking into those beautiful green eyes.

'Ok' She eased herself off my lap and disappeared out of my room. God she was going to kill me by the end of the night. I'd almost lost the plot earlier. We'd gone shopping for the necessary items for this evening and she'd insisted on me viewing every item of clothing she'd tried on seeing as I was buying it. This meant accompanying her in the dressing room at times to help zip up dress after dress. I'd had to refrain from shoving her up against the fucking wall and taking her there and then. I don't know what the hells wrong with me, I'm like a sex crazed teenager again, it's all I can think about. I didn't trust myself, not after last night. I'd been a complete jerk and she'd got exactly what she'd wanted. Well I wasn't going to allow that to happen again, no, I wouldn't allow things to get that out of hand again.

I wondered into the living room as she walked out of the bathroom painfully slowly, letting me take in her beauty. I'd seen the dress on and I'd already known that she looked stunning in it but watching her now- with her hair and make up done, she just looked, wow. Her curls were clipped back on one side, her silvery grey eye Shadow making her green eyes stand out, her lips painted a sophisticated red. The silk navy blue dress flared out beneath her chest and floated out to just above her knees. She looked so elegant, the complete opposite to the tarty attire she'd been wearing for the past few days. I could see reminisce of the old Peyton Sawyer before me and it excited me.

'You can close your mouth now Luke' I could feel my cheeks suddenly burning and rubbed my hand over the back of my neck embarrassedly. 'So am I your date for tonight?' She grinned.

'No' I shook my head seriously and immediately felt a little guilty at her hurt expression. 'Girlfriend' I smiled as I linked my hand in hers, leading her to the door. My stomach twisted apprehensively as I glanced at her, her eyes sparkling happily.

'Jane this is Peyton, Peyt this is my editor and this is Steve and James they're my publishers'

'Hi' She smiled politely, releasing my hand as we all sat down.

The evening progressed perfectly- she was perfect, chatty and just amazing. Everything was going swimmingly, I was actually enjoying myself, even when we were talking business and about up coming bloody book signings I would be attending. I couldn't believe how easily she was able to transform herself and it scared me. As the night went on I was seeing more and more of the old Peyton come out but I was afraid, afraid that I was falling for nothing more than a stupid act. I had to keep reminding myself that this wasn't Peyton Sawyer my beautiful girlfriend but Peyton Sawyer a hooker.

'Well Lucas, she's a winner; beautiful and intelligent, where'd you find her?' Steve eyed her from across the table and she blushed. I forced a smile, I didn't like him looking at her like that.

'Actually we've known each other since high school' The second I said it I immediately realized it was a mistake.The three sets of intrigued eyes looked at each other excitedly before gazing from Peyton to me. She shifted uncomfortably under their scrutinizing stare.

'So this is the famous girl in your book?' Jane took no time in asking. I watched Peyton tense, god I was a twat, I bet she'd never even read my book, now she was probably going to want to kill me for making her teenage life public property. I subtly slid my hand under the table, placing it reassuringly at the top of her leg. She smiled at Jane but didn't say anything. 'The love of his life- we've heard a lot about you' Peyton's gracious smile dropped and her hand fell onto mine, pushing it off of her leg. Shit. If it was one thing I'd learned over the past couple of days- Peyton didn't like talking about the past all that much, she tensed up in seconds. I looked at her warily, anticipating her next movements. 'This would be a great story for the press- lovers reunited' Fucking hell, that's the last thing I wanted, more public attention. The perfect night was slowly crumbling.

'Excuse me for a moment' My eyes darted to Peyton as she stood, looking at me with the most false smile. 'I'll be back in a minute sweetie' She cooed, before disappearing toward the ladies room. Great, no doubt leaving to go fucking drug herself up. I sighed.

'Seriously Luke, this would be great publicity.'

'I'm an author not a fucking celebrity James, I don't want publicity, I just want to write and if my books sell then great, even if it appeals to one person I'd be happy but don't you, any of you drag Peyton into this- there'll be no stories about us' I warned.

'We're just trying to sell your book- get your image out there, keep you in the public eye- it's not like you're writing anything at the minute Lucas you need all the help you can get'

'I don't care alright' I got up abruptly. I had to go check she was ok. So much for the bloody perfect evening.