A/N: This is my 2nd fanfic - I appreciate all comments/reviews. Enjoy this fluffy, silly stuff. :D

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"Valentine Evenings. This is Samantha. How may I help you?" The young woman answered the phone with a professional edge in her cultured voice, knowing it would give the caller pause. Too many nutjobs thought this was a call-girl or phone sex operation.

She twirled a strand of her long chocolate brown hair around a finger, her bright green eyes closing in relief as she listened to the caller describe the Barbie doll look alike he wanted for next Friday's charity event. They had plenty of "Barbie" types in the database. She made notes on a pad of paper in between "Mmm hmms," And "Yes, sirs." Deep in thought, she tapped a manicured finger to her full lips and checked the calendar in front of her on her laptop.

She smiled as she repeated his order back to him, "Six foot blonde, 38-34-36, preferred D-cup, intelligent of international affairs, good manners, and under thirty. I believe Natasha would fit the bill perfectly. If you would please bear with me for a moment, I'll check her schedule." 'Samantha' pulled up the company-wide schedule on the laptop in front of her showing the girls availability for the next month.

"Okay, sir, it looks like Natasha is available from nine pm until two am if that works for you?" A pause.

"Yes, of course If you'd like to know more about Natasha, I can email you her bio so you are prepared when she's escorted to your hotel – the Wilshire, correct? - next Friday. I will also send along an electronic copy of the agreement with clauses for confidentiality and fees appropriate for Natasha's legitimate services."

Another pause.

She took down his email, and attached a file on 'Natasha' and the contract, hitting send quickly.

"It should be arriving in your Inbox shortly, Mr. Braham. Go ahead and fax it back when you've signed it. We accept all major credit cards." A snickered remark from the client made her smile lopsidedly. "Yes, sir, thank you. Here at Valentine Evenings we thank you for your business. If you have any questions or issues, please call back and just ask for the operator – it'll come right to me. Thank you and have a great night!"

Sarah hung up the phone and blew out a breath.

Sarah Williams, formerly of New Haven, Connecticut, was a survivor. She also happened to be the owner and operator of the widely heralded underground Hollywood escort service "Valentine Evenings" - advertising full satisfaction with every 'order'. She snorted, It was just like McDonald's!

"Tina Marie! You have a date next Friday with a charity for a client." He voice echoed through the nearly empty office. Of course it was early Saturday morning and most of the escorts had already checked in and clocked out for the night, so she didn't really expect a response.