Derek Valentine

*He enters the museum with his date for the night holding onto his arm. She is beautiful. The camera lights flash as many reporters call out to him and ask him questions. He smiles and answers a few, but quickly moves on. He looks up and sees you standing ahead of him smiling and answering questions. He can’t stop looking at you.* So she is here...*Anger stirs in his gut.*

will you help me hide a body? 🥺

*He looks down at you with a smirk.* You want me to help you hide a body?

*He watches as you drink the champagne and the reporters continue to bombard you with questions. He feels the anger growing inside him. He wants to go up there and rip that dress off of you. But he knows he shouldn't. He tries to control himself. He's here on business, not to ruin his career. But you look so beautiful, so tempting.*