Chapter 1
Taylor Hughes peered down at the phone receiver that hung limply in her hands. The annoying shrill of the dial tone echoed throughout the room. *She’d Won* she couldn’t quite process it all. Her mind was still reeling in shock *She’d Actually Won*. It had all been a lark. Taylor and her girlfriends had seen all the hoopla on MTV *Win A Date To The VMA’s With Your Favorite Star* blah, blah, blah. They had thought it’d be funny if they *all* entered. So each one of them had filled out the cheesy little index card and sent it off and *She’d Fuckin Won* the girls were going to get a cackle out of this shit. She slowly replaced the receiver and giggled. This was crazy. She was a 30 year old woman. She had no business winning this silly contest. She ran a shaky hand through her thick mane of golden locks and smiled as a thought hit her....she didn’t know exactly *who* they were going to be hooking her up with but what the hell at least she got to go to the VMA’s.....
~*~
The plane touched down in New York and Taylor nervously gathered her carry on. She had *no idea* what to expect. The MTV exec’s had been very blase about the whole thing. She filed off the plane behind the other passengers and her eyes darted in every direction as she slowly made her way through the terminal. She breathed a sigh of relief when she spotted a chubby man holding a sign with her name on it. She rushed over to where he stood...
“Hi, I’m Taylor Hughes” she smiled genuinely.
“Hello Miss Hughes” the portly man smiled back “right this way.”
He led her to baggage claim and helped her scoop up her belongings before heading outside and ushering her into the limo parked at the curb. They set off to...she didn’t really know? But at the moment it didn’t matter. Taylor was too busy checking out the posh interior of the limo to care exactly where they were headed. The limo came to a stop in front of the Crowne Plaza and Taylor’s mouth gaped open as she took in the *spectacular* sight before her ‘Good Lord’ she mumbled in awe as she trailed her eyes up the massive structure.
“Ma’am” the driver said extending his hand.
Taylor grasped his hand and allowed him to help her from the limo. Once on solid ground she continued her assessment of the premises around her.
“Ma’am” the driver said again interrupting her thoughts.
“Oh yes” she said snapping out of it “I’m sorry..it’s just I...I...” she trailed off as the chubby little man smiled at her.
“Follow me” where his only words before he turned and headed toward the entrance.
Taylor followed him inside and stopped short. ‘This fucking place is spectacular’ she thought as her eyes darted wildly from place to place. She had been in her fair share of hotels but this place was above and beyond any place that she had ever stayed. The cherub looking driver stopped at the main desk and motioned her over.
“They will get you checked in and settled” he said smiling at her “someone from MTV will contact you later this afternoon. Enjoy your stay in New York.” and with that he was gone.
Taylor went through the whole check-in process and was led up to her room... ‘Room my ass’ she thought staring around in wonder. This was no regular hotel room. The carpet beneath her was cushiony soft and the furnishings were modernly elegant. ‘Holy Shit’ she smiled. Her heart was beating erratically. This was amazing. She tipped the bellhop who had led her up to her room and once he was gone she just stood in the middle of the room speechless. Somewhere along the line she snapped out of her trance and dragged her suitcase into the master suite. There was another long period of stunned silence as she peered around the master suite. This whole place was TOO much. She kicked off her shoes and rubbed her toes over the soft carpet. She was going to enjoy this trip. She WAS *definitely* going to enjoy it...
~*~
Taylor sat in the plush office of an MTV exec and listened to him drone on and on...she wouldn’t actually get to pick her celebrity escort...blah, blah, blah...at this point she didn’t really care. She was just excited to be here. She was lost in thought...busy thinking about the red carpet and all the big stars she would see from a distance when her head snapped up...Justin Timberlake? Did he just say Justin Timberlake? Good Lord she thought to herself...would she really have to put up with that egotistical *boy* for an entire evening? Oh well she shrugged, it couldn’t be that bad....
~*~
Taylor fretted with her make-up, her hair, her outfit. She was going to this shindig with someone she didn’t quite care for musically but dammit she was a woman she still wanted to look good. She carefully finished applying her mascara and stood back to survey herself in the mirror. ‘Nice, if I do say so myself’ she smiled. Not too sexy, not too sweet, *perfect*. She slipped on her sexy little open toed heels, grabbed her bag and headed out the door. The limo was waiting at the entrance to the hotel and Mr. Timberlake would be meeting them at Radio City Music Hall. They were taking some press photo’s and then they would send the limo back around and he would escort her down the red carpet. The limo pulled up to a back entrance of Radio City and Taylor was ushered inside where she was promptly introduced to Justin. The make-up artist freshened her up before they snapped some pictures and ushered them back out to the limo. The ride around the building was pretty quiet. Justin didn’t say a word but the way he was eyeing her made Taylor a bit uncomfortable. The limo pulled up to the front of Radio City Music Hall this time and the driver came around to open the door for them. Justin jumped out and reached his hand in to help Taylor out. She grasped his hand with shaky fingers. She was nervous as hell. There were so many famous people milling around. He pulled her out and she landed on wobbly feet. ‘Good God is that 50 Cent?’ she gaped as he strutted by flanked with security guards. He was such a cutie. She loved his music and his boss Mr. Slim Shady himself made her weak in the knees. His music was fucking incredible...oh well she smiled...the chances of meeting that man were *slim* to none. Justin held her hand tightly and started pulling her down the red carpet. His fans were going mad and the camera flashes were blinding. They were stopped right and left. A comment here, a comment there. Justin *loved* it. *The attention*. You could see it in that satisfied smile plastered on his young face. As they got to the entrance he turned around and gave a quick wink to the crowd. All the fresh faced innocent girls swooned. It was kind of cute she smiled to herself as they made their way inside. He led them to their seats and she almost squealed like a school girl. They were right there, up front.
“Shit” Taylor muttered in awe.
Justin winked at her wide eyed wonder. He gestured to her seat and she plopped down giddily waiting for the show to begin...
~*~
The awards were in full swing and Justin had just won an award. He was riding high. Taylor could sense his excitement. She could see it in his mannerisms.
Justin looked over at Taylor and winked. “Having fun?” he asked with just the right amount of sexual innuendo woven into his voice to make Taylor weary.
“Yeah” she said neutrally looking over at him. He’d been making discreet sexual advances and sexually infused comments all night.
“That’s good” he said with a wink “Real good.” he put his hand on her leg just above her knee and lightly squeezed.
Taylor looked over at him and then down at his hand. His hand seemed to have found a new home for itself and Taylor didn’t like it. She decided to let it go for the time being but if Mr. Timberlake thought she was going to be his latest conquest he had another thing coming. Taylor sat rigid, his hand kept creeping up her leg ever so slowly. She was trying her best to keep her cool but she’d about had enough. If his hand moved up any further it’d be under her fucking skirt. She felt it creep up another inch and that was it...
She grabbed his hand effectively stopping his quest “Look asshole” she said pointedly “I’ve been real patient with you but you’re beginning to really piss me off.”
He looked over at her with that ‘I’m innocent’ look and she felt fire dance up her spine. *Egotistical Bastard* she thought miserably. She couldn’t wait for the show to be over. Justin was supposed to escort her to an MTV after party but at the moment all she wanted to do was get the hell away from him. He had moved his hand to the back of her neck and was grazing his fingers over the sensitive flesh. It should feel good but it made her want to be sick. Fucking punk kid thought he was God’s gift to women? His fingertip moved to lightly graze her earlobe and she clenched her teeth tight to stop the vile words that were itching to spill out. She endured his petting through the rest of the show but as soon as the last song had been sung she jumped up and pushed past him into the aisle.
“Where do you think you’re going” Justin asked grabbing her arm to stop her.
She tried to wrench her arm free of his grasp but his hold was too tight “Let go of my fucking arm” she spat at him. Venom dripped from every syllable.
“Don’t play coy” he said “you know the score.”
“Excuse me?” she asked looking at him.
“You know what I want” he smiled down at her “and I know you want it too. So stop playing hard to get.”
“You obnoxious fucking..”she stopped mid stream when she felt a hand lightly touch her shoulder.
“Is there a problem here?”
‘OH FUCK’ her mind reeled. She would recognize that voice anywhere. She slowly turned and her breath caught in her throat. He was much more intimidating up close and in person.
“No problems” Justin said releasing her arm “we were just leaving.”
“But it doesn’t look like the lady’s interested in going anywhere with you” Marshall said looking down at her. “You ok?” he asked. All she could do was nod her head. Her voice had decided to go on a fucking vacation or something. He smiled at her “you want to leave with this punk?” he asked. She opened her mouth to speak but her voice was being stubborn so instead she shook her head from side to side. “Ok” he smiled again and grabbed her arm much gentler than Justin had. She looked up at him and he winked at her. Her heart flipped over in her chest. He was so fucking sexy. He sneered at Justin and began leading her away. Leaving a very annoyed Justin Timberlake alone and fuming.
Marshall led her out the back of Radio City Music Hall. Once outside he stopped and turned towards her “You need a ride somewhere?” She swung her head from side to side again and he laughed “don’t talk much, do you?”
She dug deep down inside and managed to find her voice “I’m sorry” she said. Her voice sounded funny to her “I’m just overwhelmed. Thank you.”
“No problem” he smiled “are you sure you don’t need a ride?” he asked again “I can have my driver drop you off where ever you need to go.”
“No, thank you” she said again and gave him a small smile “I’ll just find someone from MTV and explain the situation.”
“Aight” he said and gave another sexy little wink before moving away from her.
She stood there for an eternity staring after him like some love sick teenager. She finally came to her senses and went in search of someone from MTV. She spotted Kurt Loder doing an interview and as soon as he wrapped it up she caught his attention.
“Hey” Kurt said smiling “I was wondering where you went? I saw Justin leave a bit ago and the exec’s want me to do an interview with you about your experience.”
Taylor looked up at him “An interview?” she asked wearily.
“Yeah” Kurt said “they just want a small piece on how your date went..yada, yada, yada” he smiled gesturing with his hand.
“Ok” she sighed “but after the interview do you think you can get me a ride back to the hotel or someting?”
“Absolutely” Kurt said leading her over to two chairs set up for interviewing. Once they were comfortably seated he looked over at her “you ready?”
“As ready as I’ll ever be” she said smiling at him.
“Ok” Kurt gestured to the camera man that they were ready and let the interview begin.
“It’s Kurt Loder coming to you live from the VMA post show. I’m sitting here with Taylor Hughes. The lucky winner of MTV’s Win A Date To The VMA’s With Your Favorite Star Contest and we kind of want to get a feel for how the night went. So Miss Hughes, would you rate the night a success?” he asked looking over at her.
“Ummmm” she faltered for a second but picked it back up “all in all the night was wonderful. I thoroughly enjoyed the show.”
“What about Justin Timberlake?” Kurt asked “how was your experience with him?”
“Well...” she paused...What to say? What to say? She wondered. Her mind scrambled for an answer. “It was ok.” she said and left it at that.
“Just ok?” Kurt prodded.
“Yeah” she said sighing “we don’t have much in common but he was all right.”
Kurt smiled “Justin wasn’t your dream date huh?” he laughed “well if you could have chosen your date, who would you have chosen to escort you here tonight?” he asked nonchalantly.
“Is this a trick question?” she asked laughing.
“Inquiring minds wanna know” Kurt said smiling “so who is your *dream* date?”
“Well, if I was given a choice” she said pretending to mull it over in her head “I’d have to say Eminem” she answered smiling.
“The *King of Controversy* himself” Kurt smiled “what would make you choose him?”
“He fascinates me” she replied honestly “not mention the fact that he is unabashedly sexy”
“I’m sure a lot of women would agree with you” Kurt said chuckling “So, where are you headed now?” Kurt asked.
“I don’t know?” she sighed “I was supposed to go to the after party but since things didn’t work out with Justin, I guess I’m just gonna go back to the hotel and catch some shut eye.
“You should go to the party” Kurt encouraged “I’m sure you’ll have a great time.”
“Maybe I will” she smiled at him “thanks”
“No problem” Kurt said with a wink “so all in all you had a good night?”
“Yeah” she smiled “the show was fantastic and I’m so honored to be here.”
“And we’re honored to have you” Kurt smiled over at her before turning back to the camera “all right it’s Kurt Loder passing the mic to Sway who has managed to snag 50 Cent on his way to the after party. Take it away Sway.”
~*~
Marshall sat back in his limo flipping through the channels on the TV. He stopped on MTV and kicked back to watch the post show. He was headed to MTV’s after party. He didn’t want to go. All he wanted to do was go back to his hotel and fall face down in the bed but it had been a big night for 50 and Marshall owed it to him to be there showing support. His mind flipped back and he glanced up at the TV and saw *her*. He grabbed the remote and cranked up the volume. He listened to the interview and smiled. ‘So she would have chosen me’ he thought ‘well maybe I can make her dreams come true after all’ he smiled...Author: AIMEENDREW@aol.com
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