<b>"Cassie Gutierrez"<br/>
</b>Location:GPC elevator and The Bistro<br/>Tag: Arthur Connington<br/>Time: mid evening.<br/><br/>Cassie leaned closer speaking in a stage whisper that was drown out by the din of the late dinner and cocktail crowd., as well as the strains of Old Blue Eyes singing<i>Fly Me To the Moon</i>. "For real, a ROMANCE novelist?  "  She grinned "Oo la, la.  Now that is quite amazing.  I would love to know where you get your inspiration.  I have always wanted to be the character in some grand story"  she giggled softly<br/><br/>She hummed along to the music, she had always liked the classics.  She took a sip of her Bellini. She loved when he had tucked the hair behind her ear.  That drove her crazy happy.  She gave him the broadest smile when he did that.<br/><br/>Cassie was enchanted.  Her plan was working.  She was .. feeling.  Enjoying.  Living.  In a way she never could have done as Chelsea. She thought of the vitriol sent her way on social media by people who didn't even know her but had read something about her on the society page or seen her pics with people that are often on TMZ.  At least she had always been smart enough to avoid the main spotlight and not do really stupid things.  Well maybe until now.  She bit her lip , for a moment she was pensive.  But then she looked up and saw Arthur there and she just could not help but smile<br/><br/>"You have no reason to be nervous, but actually you don't seem nervous at all right now"  She winked at him.  Then she leaned closer again, but speaking a tone lower, a sensual catch in her voice "So tell me, if you were writing the character of Cassie, what would she give as a prize?  Would it be something naughty, or something nice?"  She put her finger to his lip  "Just think about it for a bit"  she smiled slyly<br/><br/>She wasn't really sure, she figured something nice would be a kiss, maybe on the cheek.  She couldn't imagine him asking for a naughty prize, or what she would give him.  Actually that wasn't true, she was fantasizing about it in the back of her head.  It made her toes tingle.   She drained her glass "I could definitely use another"<br/><br/>As she sipped the next drink , she remarked  "I wish this were a novel, and you could write us a little jazz trio and a dance floor and a few other couples dancing.  I would really love to slow dance right now"  she bit her lip, suddenly realizing she had been fantasizing aloud.<br/>Now in order to sort of break her slight embarrassment, she followed up "So did you decide what kind of prize Cassie should give?"<br/><br/>She smirked deviously , her finger tracing on his hand playfully.  Whatever his answer, she took his hand and squeezed it ,"Well this Cassie is a nice girl, so she is going to give a nice prize... for now"  She winked and leaned up to him and kissed him softly on the cheek, stroking the back of his head down near his neck with her slender fingers.  Then she pulled back from the kiss , her eyes twinkling "did you like it?" She smirked a little