Chapter 2

POV of an Extreme(ly Elegant) Events

As I read over the details of my current client's file, it became obvious that this was an ultra-supernatural event. Although the background notes on the contact – a Mrs. Rowan Mayfair-Curry – were minimal compared to others, the projected numbers on this event were expected to be amazing. Every employee working this one would be getting almost what they normally made annually of this event alone. It must be nice to live the 'Money's No Object' lifestyle.

The location for the festivities was selected by the contact prior to booking E(E)E as the planner. The guest count didn't turn out to be 100 guests as contracted, but the contact didn't even blink when we told her that she still had to pay based on the contract. My boss was so stressed out about being unable to oversee this one on her own. I wasn't sure if it was because she hated to give up the limelight or that she didn't want me to move up in the company, but I was ecstatic that her maternity leave fell like it did. Instead of coming herself, she sent the other superstar within the firm to make sure I don't miss up. Quinn….. Now that I think about, no one ever referred to the man by his first name. Only last names with this guy.

Now, he was just coming into the foyer of the great castle. I was surprised by how big he was. That company-issued polo had to be a 4X to encompass a chest like that. He seemed better suited for a TOUGH MAN competition rather than the Head of Special Event Operations for the world's largest event management firm. I almost drooled when my eyes moved upward from his muscular chest to his face. He was so gorgeous. Naughty thoughts played in my head. CONCENTRATE, DUMBASS! This is not the time to be slipping. You've worked to hard to get to this point I thought. I gave myself a mental slap and approached.

"Good Afternoon, Quinn. I hope your flight was relaxing. I am Cassandra Franklin, Janice's assistant." I extended my hand for a shake. He hesitated, but grabbed it and shook firmly.

"I sorry, but I was expecting a man. Janice said her assistant's name was M.C. Franklin. You are…definitely a pleasant surprise." His voice was deep, but calming. I wanted to giggle, but didn't want to be the typical cliché of what girls probably do every time they see him.

"Well, she didn't lie to you. My full name is Michael Cassandra Franklin, but I usually just go by my middle and last names. I hope my gender is not going to be an issue." I wanted to be firm and confident. But mentally, I was nervous like a crack head trying to fake being sober in front of their P.O.

"Not at all. Gender isn't a factor in the least. As long as you do you job as well as Janice has let on, then we will be the best of friends." His teeth were so white. A little too perfect. I've begun to judge – always a tell-tale that I was super nervous – so I jumped right into business.

As I handed Quinn his copy of the client file, I organized my thoughts and prepared for our briefing. When he realized that I had paused - awaiting his acknowledgment before continuing, he said "Let us begin." And so we did.

"As of this moment, all setup and preparation activities are being conducted per the event timeline. The production crew is in the backyard constructing the stage. All gazeboes, chairs, tables, and leather furniture had already been place based on your specifications. The tent crew is on stand-by with accommodation in Guesthouse A in Quadrant One. They are keeping the actually tent in the guesthouse's garage. All of Chef Ramsey's staff have arrived and are working on prep for tonight's grand dinner. Their accommodations are in Guesthouse B in Quadrant Two. All of the willing donors are being housed in Guesthouse C in Quadrant Three." I paused, counted to five, and looked up from my file to gauge his impression so far.

He was looking at me intently, holding the file behind his back with both hands. I wasn't sure if this was a good or bad sign, so I continued. As I talked, we had walked from the foyer to the grand dining room. We deposited ourselves at the first table. I was happy about this because these heels weren't part of my normal foot where, but I'd been in meetings with vendors since 6am and had to look sexy, yet mogul-like when dealing with men.

"The service staff completed training yesterday. They have their instructions and are in their designated section, awaiting the arrival of the first guest. The guest amenity boxes are stored under the double staircase leading to the guestrooms for easy access. Their contents are listed in the file, so I won't bore you with that. As they arrive, each guest will be given their respective box and escorted to their room. Each room has a butler. There are 25 rooms amongst the two wings in this building. The wings are separated by a common area with snack bar, refreshments, and basic equipment. The elevator allows the guest access to all floors except the service floor which can only be access by key. The list of people with these keys is also in your file." I paused, counted to seven, and looked at him again.

He was snaring at me with his elbows resting on the table, holding up his head. His glaze was beginning to suck the professionalism right out of me. He was so dreamy and sexy. I wanted to rip off my clothes and give myself to him right here, on this table with the gold table cloth. What is happening to me? I AM A PROFESSIONAL, God Dammit! I had never experienced lust like this for someone off of pure appearance. I had to get it together before I said another word. Breathe in. Breathe out. Breathe in…

"I apologize again. I'm not usually all about eyeballing someone I just meet. It's just…I wasn't expecting you to be so…so…prepared." He smile shyly and I know I blushed. But my mother would kill me if I turned away and tried to cover it up. "Well, I hope that I am not overwhelming you. Please let me know if you want me to continue. If you want, I can show you to your room. I mean, so you can relax." That came out SO wrong. "All of this information is in your file. You are more than welcome to contact me if you have any questions." I rushed on. Did I really just offer to take him to his room to relax? Like I didn't want to be fucking him on the king size bed it held?

"You are fine. And yes, you can show me to my room. I do not doubt that everything is in order. We both should have about an hour and a half before our first guest arrives. Since everything is on schedule, we should get something to eat and get to know one another. We are going to be working very closely for the next four days." I nodded and we both stood. We walked to the elevator and stepped in. The confines of the elevator were big enough to hold probably six people, at most. I pressed the number for 2. As reached in front of him, I could smell his scent which was so intoxicating that I wanted to drop to my knees. I straightened; I could have sworn he smelled my hair. Was he digging me like I was digging him? All types of scenarios ran through my brain in a millisecond, but all I could do is smirk.

As we walked from the elevator to his room – Room 11, I felt that I had to break this uncomfortable silence. "As you know, you are the only E(E)E staff member staying amongst the guests, so here is my card. You can reach me at any hour." He stopped short of the door knob and turned to take the card. When our fingers made contact, I felt an electric charge pass between us as if we were magnets, trying to make contact. We made eye contact. It was at that precise moment that I realized an important fact. We were going to have to sex soon. This tension is not good for business and we both needed to be focused.

"Thank you, Mrs. Franklin for the escort. Let's meet up in the foyer when the first guest arrives." I was so happy that he spoke.

"It's Ms. Franklin and I will see you then." I turned on my heels and slowly walked back to the elevator. I made sure to keep my back straight and stride short. When I decided it was safe to look back, I did so only to see his eyes following my ass in my navy blue pencil skirt. He caught my eyes as he was licking his lips, smiled embarrassingly, and entered his room.

His door and the elevator closed at the same time. We both needed cold showers.

Author's Notes:

This chapter is from the POV of an original character I created. Let me know your thoughts. Also, there is a character mentioned in this chapter that is not related to SVM or TB.

SPECIAL THANKS to ljhjelm49 & erin1705 for your reviews. Keep them coming.

*The 'contact' character belongs to Anne Rice. John Quinn belongs to Charlaine Harris.*

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