And the big reveal is finally here...hopefully it doesn't disappoint. If it does feel free to lie to me, I've had a rough couple of days :)

I was on the edge of sleeping and waking surrounding by a cocoon of warmth. I was so comfortable I didn't want to move, much less get up, but I could hear an incessant ringing somewhere in the distance. I snuggled deeper into the bed sighing sleepily. Whoever was calling at this hour could just leave a message.

"Someone seems dead set on talking to you," Owen said drowsily.

My whole body locked up as I became acutely aware of where I was, and more specifically, who I was with. Sometime during the night I had outright invaded Owen's side of the bed. I was practically lying on top of him with my head on his chest, my left arm slung over his waist, and my leg hooked around his. I had basically made Owen my own personal Pillow Pet.

I slowly lifted my head off his chest looking at his face not so subtly checking to make sure I hadn't drooled all over him. His left arm was looped around my body resting on my shoulder as he traced random patterns against my skin. His eyes look tired with sleep, and he was rocking the most adorable bed head in history. I swallowed loudly beginning the complicated process of extricating my body from his. I quickly moved back to my side of the bed throwing my face into the pillow thinking that whoever was in charge of making sure I didn't do stupid shit needed to be fired.

"You're not going to freak out now are you?" Owen asked humor evident in his voice.

"Me? Nope. I'm totally and completely fine. No freaking out whatsoever," was my muffled reply through the pillow.

Owen laughed deep in his chest and I felt him get out of bed and walk into the living room. I flipped over onto my back in a spread eagle. I had just had one of the best nights sleep in my entire life, complete with no nightmare, with Owen. I didn't know you could be so content in bed with a man while keeping your clothes on. I should write this down in my diary later.

I felt the warmth still radiating from Owen's side of the bed. The man was like a human heater. I moved over to his recently vacated spot burrowing down, throwing the covers over my head. It was like being surrounded by hot towels fresh out of the dryer. I choose to ignore the fact it also probably made me look like a total creeper.

I heard Owen walk back into the room stopping just short of the bed, "You have five missed calls from Zara and about 15 text messages. I have to be reading these wrong because it says someone named Bilbo needs you for a final fitting."

"Tell her to leave me alone. The gala isn't until seven o'clock tonight. It can't possible take that long to get ready," I told him from underneath the covers.

I heard him typing something into my phone quickly hitting send. I didn't care what Bilbo and the Three Stooges wanted, I wasn't leaving this particular spot for at least seven or eight hours. Minimum.

My phone chirped almost immediately. "Zara says if you don't want to end up in neon pink taffeta you better be at headquarters by noon."

I shot out of bed like the demons of Hell were chasing me. I grabbed the phone out of Owen's hand quickly texting Zara I would be there by noon.

"Do I want to know what that was all about?" Owen asked retreating back towards the kitchen.

"Not even a little." I followed him out taking a seat at the small kitchenette. I tried to conjure up the worst possible scenario when it came to Bilbo's dress "innovation" while Owen poured us both a cup of coffee. I was so nervous I had resorted to biting my nails.

I got up from my seat joining him in the kitchen, "If I end up wearing 100 pounds of hideous fabric in a really off putting color you'll still talk to me tonight, right?"

Owen handed me my coffee taking a sip of his own silently debating my question. "How hideous are we talking?"

"Owen! I'm being serious. I need all the support I can get right now," I whined.

He gave me a crooked grin placing his hand over his heart in pledge, "I promise to be your wing man no matter what."

"Thank god."

"You hungry?" he asked already pulling supplies out of his cabinets

"Is that a serious question?"

"Pancakes, bacon and eggs good with you?"

Uh, yeah! "If that is what I get for almost getting eaten by raptors sign me up."

Owen paused, looking at me clearly not amused.

"Too soon? Ok, got it. No almost getting eaten by raptor jokes yet," I apologized sitting back down at the kitchenette.

I watched Owen float around the kitchen making breakfast with finely tuned precision. If I was to attempt even one of those dishes it would inevitably end with a call to 911 and a fire extinguisher. While he finished up breakfast we talked about the gala, going over every part of the plan in detail. It wasn't really that complicated, but Owen was a Boyscout…always be prepared. I prescribed to more of a keep your fingers crossed and hope all your quirks synchronize and band together at just the right moment to form a spurt of bad-assed-ness like no other, but his way worked too.

After yet another culinary orgasm I checked my watch. We had slept in this morning and didn't have too much time before I needed to meet with the dressmaker from hell.

"I gotta run and get slutted up. Thanks for breakfast," I told Owen standing up.

Owen spit out some of his coffee, "What?"

"I have to meet Zara by noon, and I still have to seduce Watson." Owen drug his teeth over his lips in a sneer. Note to self, Owen was not a fan of this part of the plan. "I'll stop by before I head out. Barry will be here soon, right?"

Owen nodded and I smiled sarcastically at him running out the door towards home. I went straight for the shower making sure to shave every possible inch of my body. Lord only knew what this dress might entail. Girls gotta be prepared.

I decided to leave my hair to air dry and forgo makeup. I had a feeling Zara would have those areas covered later in the day. That just left wardrobe. I dug through my underwear drawer unearthing my Victoria Secret pushup bra. The thing had about five inches of padding, but it took my modest B chest to a believable C with nothing more than stuffing. Personally, I thought it was one of man's greatest inventions.

I foraged through my closet until I found my one pair of slut jeans. I only brought them out for a special occasion or emergencies. This could technically be classified as both depending on how you looked at it. They were so tight I actually had to lay down flat on the bed to button them and they left nothing to the imagination. Damn Owen and his homemade macaroni and cheese.

I decided on a deep blue, low cut, spaghetti strap tank top I would normally never wear outside the confines of my bedroom, but given this guy was an ass and boobs man I was pulling out all the stops. I checked myself over in the mirror and decided it wasn't half bad. My boobs were all but bursting out of the top, so mission accomplished there. I tried to get a look at my ass, but the mirror was too high.

I grabbed a pair of matching wedge heels that were an impulse buy. There weren't my normal style, but Cinderella was proof that a new pair of shoes can change your life and tonight I needed all the help I could get. I stuffed everything I thought I could possible need for tonight into my backpack, including my gun. It wouldn't do me much good at the bottom of a backpack, but it gave me peace of mind.

I grabbed my keys heading out the door to my Jeep. I saw Barry's car over at Owen's bungalow as I threw my bag into the back of the Jeep. I quickly drove over to Owen's jumping out looking around for the guys. I heard voices coming from the porch and made my way over. Climbing up the stairs I saw the two of them with their feet kicked up drinking beer, not a care in the world. Here I was rushing to get ready for a party that started in a little over eight hours, and they were relaxing drinking beer. Being a woman sucked sometimes.

"I'm headed out. I will meet you guys at the reception tonight. Call me if anything changes between now and then. Don't get so hammered you forget the supplies," I said quickly.

They were both staring at me like I was a mythical unicorn. Owen's mouth was hanging open his beer bottle frozen halfway to his mouth and Barry's eyes were so wide it looked like they might fall out of his head any minute.

"What?" Did I have something on my face?

Owen stood up slowly walking past Barry coming to a stop directly in front of me. Starting at my feet he slowly raked his eyes over my entire body. If I wasn't kinda turned on by it I would have been offended. Ironic considering I was about to go thrust my assets in some guys face so I could commit a crime.

"You think it will do the trick? How's my ass look?" I asked Owen spinning around to give him a clear view of the goods.

He grabbed me by my upper arm dragging me down the stairs and around the corner, "Is this what you meant by slutty?"

"Well, yeah. Although, I was aiming more for high class slut rather than your typical run of the mill hoe bag." It's important to clarify the difference. There are scientific variations between a high class slut and a regular old hoe bag.

Owen pinched the bridge of his nose muttering under his breath.

"You don't think this will work?" I bit my lip mentally inventorying my closet for possible options. Without that access card we may as well stay on Owen's porch and get shitfaced.

"Oh, it will work alright," Owen said in a hard voice. "A little too well."

My inner goddess was so over the mood at Owen's admission she was doing the Whip Nae Nae in the corner to celebrate.

"I'll see you tonight," I told Owen smiling slightly. Hadn't he learned by now he didn't need to worry about me?

Owen stepped forward kissing my forehead lightly, "See you tonight." He turned, walking back to the porch to join Barry.

I heard my cell phone chirp in my hand. Looking down I saw it was Zara threatening death by taffeta if I wasn't there in 30 minutes. Jeez, this woman knew how to crack the whip.

I made it to headquarters so fast Owen would have been hard pressed to beat my time. Nothing like the threat of public humiliation to get a girl motivated. I texted Lowery to let him know I was in the building. He immediately responded letting me know Watson was currently in the cafeteria finishing up lunch, and was headed home to get ready for the party after that. Perfect.

I hauled ass, or as close as I could in wedge heels, to the cafeteria. When I arrived I spotted Watson by the trashcans throwing away the remains of his lunch. I backed up into the hallway so he couldn't see me waiting for him to round the corner. The security footage I had watched of Watson showed he always kept his access card in an interior jacket pocket on his left side. Game time.

As soon as he turned the corner I started walking forward pretending to look at my phone. I intentionally bumped into him bracing my left hand against his chest. I made sure to let my chest rub against him as I reached my right hand inside his jacket pocket lifting the access card.

"Oh my gosh. I'm so sorry," I said in my best ditzy voice, our bodies still touching. I reached behind me sliding the access card into the back pocket of my jeans. "I'm always doing stuff like this."

If Watson had ever done anything other than ogle my goodies he would know I was putting on a bad act, but considering the glazed over look in his eyes I figured I was in the clear. His thoughts were solely focused on my chest, and I was pretty sure all his blood flow was pooled in his southern regions.

"It's fine. No harm, no foul," he said staring at my chest. I knew this tank top was the way to go.

I stepped away from him smiling sweetly, "Thanks for being such a gentleman about this. Have a good day."

I continued down the hall and could feel his pervy, little eyes glued to my ass. It was all I could do not to gag.

My phone rang and I looked down seeing Lowery's name. "What's up?"

"That was the smoothest thing I have ever seen. It was so fast. I knew it was coming and I could hardly tell it happened," Lowery said animatedly on the other end.

"Probably best not to be talking about it right now. I gotta go meet Zara before I'm murdered by a hobbit. Text Owen and let him know it's a go."

I hung up the phone taking the elevator back to the private floors. Zara was waiting for me when the doors opened.

"You're late," she snapped grabbing me off the elevator.

"How the hell did you even know I was here?" This woman was scary good.

"Hurry up. Ms. Abelli's been waiting for you. She doesn't wait for anyone."

"Ms. Abelli can kiss…" I shut my mouth when Zara glared at me.

"Jo, this woman is a big deal. I don't care if you have to fake it, be nice!" Zara said in a stern mom voice.

I nodded my head like a scolded toddler. Fake it. That was her advice? It was less than helpful. I couldn't even fake an orgasm much less a whole relationship. I have a hard time faking a hello to someone I don't like.

Zara didn't bother knocking on Ms. Abelli's door today. She swung it open ushering me inside the lion's den. The Three Stooges were crowded around Bilbo speaking rapidly in Italian. When they heard us enter the room they all stopped turning to face us slowly.

"Late," Bilbo snapped at me.

I bit back the sarcastic response opting for a simple, "I'm sorry." It tasted like acid in my mouth.

"Come." Did this woman speak in anything other than one-syllable words?

The Three Stooges surrounded me in a circle pulling me around the corner of the living room into a huge master suite. I was deposited on a round stool about a foot off the ground and twelve inches wide. There were panel mirrors positioned in a semi circle on one side. I looked at the Three Stooges for guidance, but they merely stared back at me offering no help whatsoever.

Bilbo shuffled into the room barking out Italian at Stooge #1 who immediately left the room. She probably needed to go find the one ring to rule them all. Man, I cracked myself up.

"Strip," Bilbo commanded.

"I'm sorry?"

Bilbo looked to Stooge #2 who immediately stepped forward addressing me, "Take off your clothes. You may keep you panties on for right now."

"Zara!" No way. That was not happening. Zara's head poked around the corner. I looked at her expectantly as Stooge #2 explained the issue.

"Jo, this is completely normal. They can't get the fit exactly right if you're wearing a bar. Especially that one," Zara said, her eyebrows raised as she took in my padded bra. "You really don't have much choice. It's this or not go."

Shit. How did I get myself into these things?

I stripped off my clothes refusing to look anyone in the eye. There was humiliating, and then there was this. When I was down to just my bra and panties I just stood there.

"Off," Bilbo growled. Jesus, this woman was terrifying.

Deciding to just ride it till the wheels fell off I took off my bra standing there like a total jackass. Mercifully Stooge #1 came back into the room holding a garment bag. Bilbo unzipped the bag pulling out the dress with the help of all the Stooges. They carried it over to me like it was a priceless artifact. The Three Stooges worked in tandem to raise the dress over my head. I put my arms into the air to expedite this whole tragedy. The dress slipped over my head and down my body as the Three Stooges worked to arrange every inch of fabric, stepping back when they were done.

I looked at Bilbo who almost looked like she was smiling. Almost. I, on the other hand, had some questions. Bilbo started speaking rapidly in Italian and the Three Stooges jumped into action pulling, tucking, and pinning at different points around the dress.

"Quick question, when do you think you'll finish the dress?"

Bilbo glared at me snapping out a harsh Italian phrase. I don't speak Italian, but I knew "go to hell" in any language.

"Zara!" I screeched. I could feel myself starting to hyperventilate. This was worse than Pepto-Bismol colored taffeta.

Zara rushed around the corner coming to a sudden stop when she saw me. "Oh Jo, wow."

"No, not wow. Definitely not wow," I said fanning my face attempting to calm my nerves. The Three Stooges kept pinning oblivious to my freak out.

"It is Jo. You look absolutely stunning," Zara said in awe.

I turned towards the semi circle of mirrors taking in the whole dress for the first time. I still felt like fainting. The silk dress was an ivory color with a semi-sweetheart neckline that had a slight pool of fabric that elegantly draped between my breasts. The sides of the neckline continued up and over my shoulders ending with a dramatic scoop back that hung in a loop down my back. I didn't understand how the dress was actually staying on me given it appeared nothing was actually holding it up. It seemed to defy gravity. Hopes and dreams I guess.

The rest of the dress hugged my body as if it were painted on. The front of the dress spilled out slightly around my feet. The back was an entirely different story, mainly because it didn't exist. The dress was completely backless ending in a V so far down my back it showed what Zara called my dimples of Venus. I think that's just a fancy word for back dimples, but I was too in shock to comment. I was still trying to grasp the concept that it barely covered my ass. There was slight ruching at the base of the V, which way to a modest train spilling out behind me giving the dress a regal quality.

When I had offended Bilbo in our first meeting I thought the worst she could do to me was put me in some hideous bridesmaid ensemble. I was wrong. This dress wasn't hideous, in fact, it was gorgeous, but it was by no means plain or boring. It was sexy without trying, risqué with the exposure of skin, and tight enough that the Three Stooges were correct in their assessment that my underwear was going to get the night off.

I swallowed the lump in my throat, I was about to attempt to break into one of the most highly secure rooms in the world, steal classified information surrounded by every employee in the company, while navigating a room full of the wealthiest people in the world. All while essentially naked.

No problem.

sarahmichellegellarfan1: Thanks...I think so too.

Skybluewolves: You're very welcome. I'm willing to take a little viral infection for the team :) Hopefully you enjoyed the chapter!

localsamurai: Awesome! Thanks!

Desert Vulpes Zerda: I 100% agree...never fear, his time will come :)

Princessdiana516: I love it! You are right, what a douche canoe!

Mystery Guest: Thanks for the great review. I'll be honest, I never considered Jo having a "bond" with the girls so I'm glad you liked that they wanted to eat her just like everyone else. Let's be honest, Jo doesn't really have a "bond" with much of anything so her being able to Jedi mind trick the raptors would have been cray cray :)

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Storylover00: Right, I could see him doing it too. The guy has no limits. Thanks for reading.

angelicedg: He certainly is begging for it. I have it on good authority it will happen :) Thanks for reading!