Seduce Me by Miranda Forbes Page B

do girl? I mean really wanna do!”
    Abi told him her dream. “I want to be a ‘Fixer’. Specifically a Pleasure Fixer.”
    â€œYou mean like a Hooker or a Madame? Hell that ain’t so hard. Not much of an ambition though.”
    â€œNothing like that. I’ve watched the rich and famous from all over the world totally unable to enjoy themselves. They’re at the mercy of their fame – either the paparazzi, or some jerk demanding an autograph, hit on them wherever they go. Mostly they can’t enjoy even the simplest pleasures without an army of bodyguards or a faceful of photoflash. I would be the Manager of their discretion.”
    â€œAnd what makes you think anyone would buy this? I don’t think you understand quite how vain some of these guys are.”
    â€œOh I know there’s plenty who need the buzz of recognition. Despite their tantrums they’d collapse if they weren’t in the news. But that would help me you see – ’cos they wouldn’t be my clients.”
    â€œOk, so Brad and Angelina want to go see The Stones – but they want to be in the crowd, not in the spotlight, and have an intimate meal out after. Over to you.”
    â€œNot too tough. Look-alikes, a little make-up and a little research.”
    â€œOk Buffy – don’t mind if I call you Buffy do you? Look just like her, a little bigger of course, but then that just makes you more beautiful.”
    Abi glowed at the compliment, even blushing a little, somehow it didn’t seem corny because of the warmth in his voice.
    â€œOk Buffy, so give! How do you perform this miracle?”
    â€œWell first they get tickets for the Royal Box, Restricted Area or whatever. Before the gig they go to a reception held in a private suite. Press are excluded. Then the switch happens. The look-alikes are hustled out into the waiting limo. Brad and Angelina are left behind getting a light make-up job, maybe a wash-out tint, glasses and a tash.”
    â€œAnd the same for Brad?”
    â€œVery funny. Then they join a select little group of me and a few anonymous, definitely non-famous, friends and we all head for the gig like anyone else. My researchers will have told me what other celebs are at the gig, and we make sure the paparazzi know all about them, just to help keep them busy. Maybe even buy tickets for the latest B-listers who are causing a scandal. So – concert over, we grab a couple of minicabs and head off to the most fabulous little Italian restaurant I know, which hasn’t been discovered yet by the rest of the world, and they get a table to themselves, a great candlelit dinner, a bottle of Chianti – and peace!”
    The first job she got from Biggy was to fix up the latest James Bond with a tennis partner he couldn’t thrash, and without a crowd of onlookers to spoil his game, this guy was a tennis obsessive! He gave her an unlimited budget, so when she found out that Rafa Nadal loved scuba diving and all water sports, and that Richard Branson’s island was available, it was a cinch. She was cunningly choosy about the assignments she accepted, always being sure she could deliver, and not afraid to say no. Failure was not an option in this game.
    Some months later, with her clientele growing and some big names using her number, Abi was sitting in her discreet little office above the hubbub of Oxford Street, making plans and contacts, when the phone rang.
    â€œHey, Buffy! Howya doin beautiful?”
    â€œGood thanks, Biggy.” replied Abi with genuine affection “How about you?”
    â€œI’m great kid – but rushing as always. Listen, I’ve got Christian Warden in London, and I’ve told him all about you, he wants a meet to talk about some stuff. Can do?”
    â€œOf course, my pleasure! He’s about the hunkiest bunch of hormones on screen! Where is he?”
    â€œBeing chased down at the