It was perfect. Just perfect. Ginger was sure to love it. More than love it. She was going to be so happy when she saw it! The Professor smiled looking around the home he just purchased. It was everything Ginger could want and then some.
Contained a big cozy living room with a huge fireplace and white marble mantle. Soft plush white carpet on the floor. Cream colored walls and a cathedral ceiling. Yes it was exactly the type of home his beautiful fiancé dreamed of living in.

How lucky was it that the Howells decided to sell the house. As much as the couple adored it they decided they really had no use for it any longer. The mansion they currently lived in was much better suited for their needs. This particular home of course was not a mansion but it was a good sized house and just what he and Ginger needed. At first Mr. Howell had offered to just give him the house but the Professor refused stating he had to give him something for it. Then the millionaire gave him what Roy thought was too low of an asking price. He insisted he should pay him more. Why should the millionaire lose money on the deal? It didn't seem fair. No he had to pay him a decent amount.

The two haggled back and forth until finally an agreed upon price was reached.
The Professor made excellent money working for Lady J and was more than capable of paying a fair price for the home. Both were pleased and the house now belonged to him. There was one stipulation. Mrs. Howell insisted upon decorating it. She had stated many times she was a born decorator and would not take no for an answer. So the academic agreed to allow her to furnish and decorate the entire house. The socialite told him to worry about a thing, she would cover all the expenses and to consider it a wedding present. Roy thought it generous of her and agreed to her offer.

It was just then that the front door opened and Mrs. Howell came waltzing in with two burly men behind her carrying a large object wrapped in brown paper.
"Oh good you are here Professor." She smiled as she spotted the scholar. "I have the perfect touch for your foyer."

"What would that be?" He asked of her.

"Boys if you will kindly do the honors." She instructed to the two men.

They nodded and began removing the wrapping. It went to the ground and the Professor's eyes went wide. Revealed was an absolutely stunning portrait of Ginger.

"What do you think Professor?" The socialite asked with excitement.

"It's…it's marvelous…breath taking." He said in awe.

In the picture Ginger was wearing an elegant classy red gown that was off the shoulders and showed off her ample cleavage. Her long red hair flowed like silky flames behind her. Her green eyes were shined liked emeralds and she had her usual seductive smile in place. The actress' slender thigh was peeking out from a slit in the gown. He never saw a more beautiful painting. The image came from a magazine spread that was done on the starlet. When Roy saw it he was blown away at how incredible his fiancé looked. It was his hands down favorite photo of her.

"You think Ginger will like it?" Mrs. Howell asked.

"She will love it." The Professor assured. "It's remarkable."

"Oh I'm so glad!" The millionaire's wife squealed clasping her hands together. "I'll have it hung up at once!'
With that she motioned for the two men to bring the painting into the foyer.

The Professor stood there pleased with how it all was going. He could not wait to surprise Ginger! It was true he felt bad about hiding the real reason he could not move in with her but he had no choice. He wanted this to be a total surprise. Telling her that he could not live with her until they were married was not a total lie. The house was not going to be ready until then. How much longer he could keep it up he did not know but he had to. The look on her beautiful face would be worth it. How happy she would be they had a house of their very own!

The academic smiled to himself thinking of all the kisses he would get from her and how she would throw her arms around him telling him how much she loved him and how wonderful he was. It was extremely difficult keeping this to himself and trying to keep the curious redhead at bay. Sooner or later she was going to use every weapon in her arsenal to get him to move into her home but he had to resist. A part of him liked the fact that she loved him so much she wanted him with her. Well he would be with her soon enough.

"Professor!" Mrs. Howell said breaking into his thoughts.

"Yes Mrs. Howell." He replied.

"I wanted to tell you that the bed that I ordered for the master bedroom will arrive tomorrow. I do hope you like the colors I picked out! See I decided on mostly red.
Different shades mind you but I hope that you will like it. The carpet however won't be red, it will be more of a cream color but the rest will be in red. I ordered some lovely mahogany furniture. A make-up table for Ginger and matching armoire. "

"Sounds wonderful." He smiled.

"Of course you do realize there are two separate private baths. Mr. Howell and I believed it easier. I am going to do one for you and one for Ginger. I was thinking of doing Ginger's in pink. Yours I was thinking of more neutral colors."

"Whatever you say Mrs. Howell. You are in charge."

"It will be splendid! You'll see." She then went off up the stairs leaving the Professor there.

He was very happy with al lot of the ideas the socialite had for the house. It was true, she was a born decorator. Had a very keen eye for things.
What he was most looking forward do was what she had in mind for the nursery. He knew how much Ginger wanted to have children. He wanted that himself of course but Ginger was the most anxious about it. She could not pass a baby without being touched and going on about how cute it was. The movie star told him about how much she was looking forward to sitting in a wooden rocking chair holding her new baby. Now Ginger knew perfectly well about how hard it was going to be and that she would be getting up in the middle of the night to feed the baby or change them. And knew that she would also lose her stunning figure and have to work at getting it back. However she still felt it was all worth it.

As for himself he too was excited about creating life with Ginger. He wondered what they would be like. What would their personalities be like? Who they would take after? If they would be firey like Ginger or more calm and collected like him. Or maybe both. Either way, it was something he wanted.

Of course first thing was first. The house needed to be finished and he needed to keep it a secret from a very inquisitive redhead who would use every resource at her disposal to get something out of him. He could not weaken and cave. He had to stay strong although it was getting more difficult. She did not make it easy to say the least. Ginger's powers of seduction were something that he had an extremely difficult time overcoming. The woman knew how to press his buttons and was not above pressing them all at once with full force. Well he did it on the island (sort of) he could do it now (he hoped).

Movie studio office

"So what do you think?" Darryl asked of Ginger as they looked over the photographs in front of them showcasing different actresses.

Ginger picked up one and frowned. "No this one is not right." She set it down and picked up two others. "No No…these aren't either…" The redhead sighed and sat back in her chair. "None of these seem right. Victoria is me and I need to be able to see someone portraying me. I can't see any of these prospects doing that."

Darryl nodded. "I know. This is a challenge." He set the photos aside and picked up another set. "Let's look at these."

Ginger nodded as they sifted through the photos. Frowning at some, nodding at a few and discarding others right off the bat. One caught her eyes. "Who is this?" She asked curious.

Darryl took the picture from her. "Let me see…" He went through the log that matched names to the photographs. "Oh…here is it….Her name is Diana Hart."

Ginger furrowed her brow. "Diana Hart? I never heard of her."

"Must be a newcomer." The writer replied.

"Do you know what projects she has been in before?" The actress asked studying the photo.

"Um….doesn't really say here. I suppose maybe she is just looking to break into the business." Darryl replied.

Ginger shrugged. "Well I don't know. I'm not sure I want to take a chance on a newcomer." She set the picture aside. "I would rather there be a more experienced actress."

"Maybe we should at least take a look and see. If she's terrible we can say thank you but no thanks. Can't really hurt to at least let her audition." He looked over his notes. "She is represented by Charles Buckwalter. He has inquired about an audition."

The starlet sighed. "I'm still not sure. I mean I don't want to dismiss someone just because they are new but still, I would just feel comfortable with someone who is more seasoned. This movie is very important to me. I want it to be just right."

"That is true but I still think we should at least take a look. Again if she's terrible then we don't have to worry about it. I don't think we want to make the mistake of dismissing someone who could end up being the next big thing."

Ginger nodded. "That makes sense." She agreed. "I suppose it wouldn't hurt to at least see what she can do. Alright. We'll give her a shot. I just hope it is worth it."

Bar

Diana sat at the counter sipping her drink wearing a pale blue dress. Matching blue pumps on her feet as her leg was crossed over the other giving any male a peek just a peek not a full view of her thigh. She looked around with a pleased look on her face noting the photographs on the wall of different stars in Hollywood convinced one day her picture would be among them.

There were people gathered by the piano as the singer began playing. She slid off her stood and joined the crowd. Diana leaned on the black grand piano enjoying the music when a handsome male approached her. "Hello there." He smiled.

"Hello." She said in silky voice.

"Haven't seen you around here before." He said setting his drink down.

"Haven't been here before." Was her reply.

"You new in town?" He asked looking her over.

"Sort of." Diana smiled. "I'm going to be a big star you know."

"Really? You an actress?"

"That's right." The blonde replied.

"You know who my favorite is." The male patron continued on.

"Who? Audrey Hepburn? Marilyn Monroe?"

"No I'm more into that sexy Ginger Grant."

Diana gritted her teeth but plastered a smile on her face. "Ginger Grant?"

"Yes. She's amazing. So beautiful and sexy…What an actress. Man I wish she wasn't engaged. That Roy Hinkley is so lucky."

The blonde took a sip of her drink and shrugged. "I don't know. I don't really think she's all that."

"You kidding?" The male said astonished. "Ginger is incredible. Have you seen that movie she was in….Midnight In Paris? Amazing performance! Simply amazing!"

"I suppose. If you like that type."

"What type?"

"Ginger Grant just always seemed…over the top to me. All about sex appeal. No real true talent."

The man was not happy with this. "Ginger is very talented. In fact she is working on a new movie right that she is writing. It's all about her experience on that island and how she and that Professor Hinkley fell in love. Well at least a take on it. Not exactly their story."

"Now that sounds interesting." Diana smiled. "I wonder who is going to play the lead."

"From what I hear they put out a casting call. Man whoever gets the lead has got their work cut out for them. To portray a Ginger Grant type character. That cannot be easy."

"I bet I could do it." Diana said flashing a seductive smile.

"You?" He said. "You just said.."

"I know but…you got me thinking...this story is very intriguing and to play at character who is like Ginger, that most definitely is a challenge. One I would like to take."

The man shook his head. "I'm sorry but I don't exactly see you as Ginger Grant." He then picked up his drink and walked away.

Diana sulked. Oh what did he know! She most certainly could play "Ginger" and play it well. She would be the best ever! What did this idiot know about anything. Clearly could not see talent when it was right under his nose!

She stood up from the piano and flung her purse over her shoulder. She noticed out of the corner of her eye that male patron she had been talking to was not engaged in a discussion with others and they appeared to be talking about her. They were laughing and looking in her direction. She sneered to herself. Soon no one would dare laugh at her. Everyone would be laughing at Ginger Grant. Diana sat back at the bar and ordered another drink.

The bartender gave her a drink and Diana spoke to him. "You know someday you are going to be able to tell everyone you served drinks to me."

"Is that so?" He asked unimpressed. This was something he heard pretty much every single day. Some new big shot breezing into town proclaiming they were the next big thing. The biggest and brightest star.

"Yes." She smiled. "You will see me on the big screen soon. I'm going to be a household name. You wait."

"Whatever you say."

"I do say." Diana insisted. "Even more famous than that Ginger Grant."

"You really believe this?" The bartender asked.

"I know so. You know Ginger is not all that. I heard she um she didn't exactly land her new role with her acting talent if you know what I mean."

The bartender rolled his eyes. He knew Ginger as she had frequented his bar many times. She was always kind to him and his staff. Never did he ever get the impression that she was like those desperate actresses out there willing to do whatever they deemed necessary to land a movie role.

"I'm sure you are mistaken." He replied. "Ginger would not do that."

Diana sighed. "If you say so." She opened her purse and placed her money on the counter. "But I heard differently." With that she got up and walked out of the bar.

The bartender shook his head. Whatever this broad heard she heard wrong. That was not Ginger. That much he knew.

Sally, one of his waitresses, came over with her drink order. She noticed her boss appeared a bit distracted. "Say Frank, you okay?" She asked.

"I'm fine. Just some…some wannabee actress dumping on Ginger Grant."

Sally shook her head. "Oh brother. What did this one say?"

"She claimed that Ginger slept with someone to get her new movie role."

The brunette shook her head. "Really? She said that?"

"Yeah. What an idiot."

A reporter who was sitting at the other end of the bar wrote this down in his notepad.