Maria waited anxiously in the posh, well appointed suite provided by Madam Star for her "date" to arrive.   She adamantly refused to think of<em>Oh hell, what was his name again?...Ah yes, Drey</em>yes, she refused to think of Drey as what he really was....and instead chose to think of him....<em>of this whole damn thing</em>as a<em>date</em>.<em>A blind date</em>at that.  She had been somewhat surprised at the speed in which Madam Star had  arranged her "ideal" match and had assured Maria that he fit her qualifications perfectly.  Of course, considering the amount of money she was paying the elusive Madam, she expected nothing less.<br/><br/>Taking another sip of the chilled Dom Perignon, that had been waiting along with a tastefully if not decadent array of fruits and chocolates, she glanced at her watch.<em> Five minutes late....</em>she noticed with a slight bit of irritation. Not that she was a real stickler for schedules and was often known for running late herself, but because of her husbands strict demands on her free time, she didn't have much time to waste.  With a sigh, she rose from the plushly upholstered setee and stole a glance in the mirror that hung over the dresser at the end of the large king size bed.  Her long, dark as night hair hung in flowing waves down her back and the low slung, hip hugging jeans she wore along with the simple black off the shoulder sweater was chic and stylish and accentuated her lithe figure perfectly.  She'd already removed her black leather boots in an effort to make herself more comfortable, exposing her dainty feet with hot pink painted toenails.<br/><br/>She had just turned from the mirrror when a knock on the door announced "her dates" arrival....