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Lara took a dainty sip from her glass of champagne and continued to admire the Michelangelo original that hung on the wall of the ballroom. She smiled, thinking about how she had 'acquired' the piece from an art thief. Although, when she had donated the piece to the museum for posterity she had no idea that it would end up in the private collection of the museum curator.

"Lara Croft."

The familiar voice shook Lara from her thoughts. She turned and found herself face to face with none other then Alex West. She gave him on of her dazzling smiles.

"Hello Alex. I hope you're having a good time." She said. The museum's curator held a private party once a year to show off his amazing art collection. Lara had been a close friend of his for years, as for Alex, Lara had no idea how he got on the guest list.

"Yeah, great." Alex murmured, studying Lara's curves, which her classic black dress clung to.

"Are you here alone, or did you bring your wallet to keep you company?" Lara asked.

Her words immediately stopped his admiration of her figure and replaced his dazed expression with one of annoyance. Lara usually had that effect on him.

"You know Lara, there is more to me then my love of money." He said.

Lara's gaze traveled to his crotch.

"Yes, I know."

Alex went from annoyed to embarrassed. He glared at Lara, wondering how she could stay so calm and collected. Sometimes he wanted nothing more then to beat her at her own game. Which was something that kept him interested in her.

"Alex," before Lara could recognize the voice, Tristen took Alex's arm, holding him tightly and glaring at her sister. "Come on," she said, talking to Alex but giving Lara a death glare. "I want you to meet someone." She said.

"Sure, honey. Oh, have you met Lara Croft?" He asked Tristen. "She's a Tomb Raider."

"We've met." Lara said, flatly. Lara couldn't help but want to break Tristen's nose. How immature could she possibly be? Lara thought, angrily.

"You've met?" Alex asked, looking very surprised. Tristen didn't bother to answer as she began to drag him away from Lara.

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Lara touched up her lip gloss in the bathroom mirror. She fixed her dress and was about to walk out of the small bathroom when suddenly, Tristen burst in. She was furious.

"Who the hell do you think you are?" Tristen snapped.

"What is your problem now?" Lara asked. Apparently, talking to Alex West was now a crime punishable by law. According to Tristen anyways.

"Stay the hell away from Alex West." Tristen snapped.

"Don't come to me with an attitude, Tristen. Your boyfriend is the one who needs questioning. He came over to talk to me." Lara said, beyond annoyed with her half sister.

"Yeah, sure he did." Tristen spat.

"Tristen, grow up." Lara pushed past her and walked out of the bathroom.

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"Lara? How is the party going?" Hillary asked.

Lara balanced her cell phone between her shoulder and her head as she pulled her full skirt up and walked down the elegant stair case to the garden that was outside of the curator's lavish house. Her cell phone had gone off as exactly the right moment. A nearly drunk Duke of Edinburgh had cornered her and began explaining to her just how much he loved her dress while not taking his eyes off of her cleavage. Lara was seconds away from showing him her left hook when her cell phone rang.

"Lara? Are you there?" Hillary asked.

"Yes, Hillary." Lara responded. She massaged a sore place on her neck and looked around the large but empty garden.

"How is the party going?" He asked.

"Well, Alex and Tristen are here." Lara said.

"Oh no. What happened?"

"Alex approached me and began to chat, then Tristen showed up and dragged him off."

"Hm, I never thought that Alex would be whipped." Hillary smirked. "Bryce will be very interested to learn this."

"Ooo! Not like that!" Lara glanced around, trying to locate where the voice had come from. She had figured that she was alone in the garden.

"You ripped my nylons!"

"Would you just be quiet? You talk enough as it is."

Lara walked over to the left end of the garden where there was a very large walkway covered in vines. "Hillary, I have to go now. I'll tell you the rest when I get home." Lara said. She hung up the cell phone and slid it back into her hand bag.

"Oh yes. More." A voice murmured.

Lara glanced around the near pitch black of the walkway. She felt along the wall of the walkway until she located the light switch.

"Oh!" Lara froze when she realized who the voices were and what the voice's owners were engaging in. Alex, who had his pants down around his ankles, was holding Tristen, who had her skirt bunched around her waist, against the side of the walkway, rhythmically moving his hips over hers.

Lara flicked out the lights and darted back to the house as fast as she could. Unfortunately, it wasn't fast enough. Tristen and Alex had already seen her. Lara went back inside the house, her face turning a bright red. God, I have never been so humiliated. She thought to herself. Before any of the other guests could talk to her, Lara gathered up her coat and informed the valet to bring her car around. This was NOT a good night. She concluded.