*Davina*
It is like living a fantasy when the chauffeur picks me up saturday evening. While the limo drives towards the city, I pour myself a glass of champagne and allow myself to dream of a spot in Tom's world.

"When I am a rich and famous designer I so need one of these". I mumble, letting my fingers run over the soft leather seat.

The line of cars for the gallery opening started several blocks from the gallery, so we are rolling along slowly behind the others. I sit watching out the window as we get closer. Tom had not been lying. This is so far above anything I have ever tried. Exactly like in movies a red carpet appears, each side of it lined with shining piles holding a red velvet robe. Everywhere there was fans, press and photographers, apparently some really big stars was attending.

I am about to panic and ask the chauffeur to drive away, when Tom steps up to the car.

Fuck, no way out !

The other men walking down the red carpet had taken the safe choices with classical navy and black suit or tuxedos from Baroni, Hugo Boss and Canali. But not Tom, he is in a slim fit petrol coloured Tigers of sweden suit, that makes him stand out and it looks disgustingly good on his slim frame. I forget everything about wanting to leave and a second later Tom opens the door to my, holding out his hand.

"Well hello beautiful, want to join me at the royal ball ?" He says happily and sends me a flashing smile.

Breathless I grab his hand and when I exit into a sea of blinking lights the World snaps back to normal.

"It's okay darling. I got you". He say with a small laugh, as he leads me down the read carpet. "Just smile and try not to look a little less like you are on Your way to Your own execution".

"Easy for you to say. Is it too late to say no to this ?"

"Yep. I am afraid we are past the point of no return". He looks up with his most charming smile, waving at a photographer who had called out his name. "Just keep it up till we get inside. It's not as bad inside. Almost like the restaurant, except the food is horrible and on sticks and there is nowhere to sit down".

I gasp in mock horror. "Are you crazy, I can't eat anything in this dress".

We stand for a moment in the doorway, waiting for the people in front of us to be greeted. My eyes huge with wonder as I take in all the amazing clothes parading by. I am so busy looking at details, guessing which designer created what, that I forget being scared.

"You are amazingly good at just standing here, looking absolutely stunning". Tom whispers in my ear.

"Shh !" I schuss him giggling. "Oh see that dress, it's a haute couture from Alexander McQueen".

"I have no idea what that means, but this is Perrier Jouët. I know him". He say sounding very serious.

"Who ? Where ?" I look around feeling confused.

"Champagne, right here". He laughs, grabbing us each a glass.

We mingle for a while. I honestly don't really know who people are and they don't seem to care much when introduced to me.

"You are not about to be bored to death, are you ?" Tom ask.

"Don't worry, I am way too busy fantasising about all those amazing dresses to be bored". I whisper through my teeth, smiling brightly.

He gives a short laugh. "I don't know if I should be jealous that you are not fantasising about me, when I am wearing this killer suit. Or if I should just be happy that you are not pouting in a corner".

My eyes get caught by an Elie Saab dress that are worthy of a fairy queen, and I immediately get an idea for a dress that would be perfect for Sascha. When I don't answer him, he just chuckles and shake his head, before pulling me with him.

When all the guest had arrived and the owner has held a small speech, the door are opened to the exhibit itself. Tom leads me through the doors and while we walk from picture to picture, he is telling me about the style and the artists inspiration. He was constantly stopped by other guests, who wanted to talk business or other events he was invited to and I really start to understand how different his World is from mine. But every time he is done talking to people, he always turns his full attention to me and I can't help feeling excited that out of all the women in the World, I am the one who is here with him. And on top of it he is so much of a gentleman, that he gives me loads of attention, even surrounded by rich and very important people, and that only makes me more taken with him.

"I am afraid that I have a confession to make". Tom mumbles into my hair, as we have a moment alone. "I haven't been able to focus on a single conversation for the last half hour. I can't stop thinking about the other night in my car. I am afraid that it has turned into so much more than a kiss in my little innocent head".

I look up at him with surprise. His eyes are on the people around us, and he looks totally unaffected, as he nonchalantly tips his glass to someone.

"You do look rather collected and calm". I answer, trying to smile cooly. His eyes turn to mine, and for a moment I see the fire burning in them. And I gasp when I feel my own body's reaction to it.

"Davina, please come with me back to my suite and spend the night with me". His voice is strained, but warm and determined.

"Okay". I whisper, unable to form a sentence.

Without a word Tom takes my glass and put it on a tray with his own. Then he places a hand on my lower back, resolutely leading me towards the exit, apologising to people on our way, who asked very surprised if he was leaving already.

"Unfortunately yes. My date has suffered a minor fainting spell". Was his standard answer, as we move through the other guest. "No it isn't anything bad, but it is better if I take her home now". He told the ones, that kept asking questions.

Tom's private car is waiting when we step outside and he leads me directly to the passengers side, helping me inside. When he has closed the door, I am alone and realise what I am about to do here. I turn in the seat, watching Tom, who has to stop, to let some photographers take his picture.

"Fuck, what are you doing Davina ?" I whisper to myself.

I jump slightly as he slides into the car. His gaze hits me in an almost physical way and any doubt I might have had is burned away by the fire I see in them.

He puts the car in gear, and roll away from the gallery. We drive through London in silence. Once agains he looks totally calm, and keep his eyes on the road. My body stiffens as his hand suddenly slide up my leg, to playfully cares along the edge of my dress. Out of fear that he might stop, I sit perfectly still. It feels like every little sensitive nerve has relocated to my thigh and his soft touches sends burning threads into the rest of my body.

Normally I am the one calling the shots when I am with a guy. The boyfriends I have had before has always just accepted this. So letting Tom take the lead like this is a new and actually extremely exciting feeling for me. He makes me feel wanted and beautiful, not like a pseudo-mother or a humping cushion as I mostly do with guys.

He stops the car in front of a very exclusive hotel, and look at me with a small smile. "This is it then. Are you okay ?"

"Yes". I nod and smile back.

My heart is beating so hard that I almost can't breathe, when is eyes suck me in. This is crazy, he hasn't even touched me. He nod and get out the car.

He leads me inside and directly to the elevator. We have to move back as two other couples join us. On the way up we still don't talk and I start getting nervous. As if he can feel this, his hand discretely moves to my lower back, a finger trailing along the deep cut out. My body is instantly betraying me. I feel how the goosebumps raises up to answer his touch. Out of the corner of my eye I see him smile softly and clear his throat. The heat spreads in my cheeks and I look down. Åh shit I am really doing this.

The suit is a huge and very luxurious apartment, that looks nothing like I expect from a hotel room, and I sigh as I look around in the huge living room. It is all very stilistic and tasteful. But it's lack of personality tells me that this isn't his home, at least not one he use often.

"There is a bathroom beyond the bedroom. What about you go filtre tub and I'll be there in a moment. I just have one very important phone call I need to make". He say softly kissing my hand.

"Okay". I say a bit nervous, walking in the direction he had pointed.

The tub ? It's a freaking swimming pool.

The bathroom is just as big and elegant as the rest of the suite. White marble mixed with raw wood, gilded doorknobs and taps. The big round spa, is designed to look like a giant wooden tub and it is placed in front of a glass facade overlooking the city.

This is crazy..

I turn on the water and giggles in surprise, when the water starts pouring out several places. Well it takes a lot of water to fill a tub like that and I guess people with a lot of money have no time for waiting for water to run.

Beside the shower cabin there is a bench and I put my clothes on it. I take a look in the mirror, removing a smudge of mascara from under my eye. Then I return to the tub, there is already a lot of water in it, and I tryingly stick a toe in.

Perfect, of course. Everything here is perfect.

With a happy smile I slide down into the tub, resting my head on the headrest.

This I could get addicted to.