The town car is smooth and quiet, Jarod has hired it, but they both chat in Russian in case the driver is a spy.  The plan is to create a diversion when Jarod gives her the signal, giving him time to get into a locked office.  She needs to buy him at least 5 minutes, and be able to improvise on the spot.  Despite the entire wrongness of her even being her, she is secretly starting to enjoy this....just a little bit.

Her accent is thick, voice deep and smoky "i2;m l5;k l6;l7;k2;k9;k6;mk4;k2;kl4;, l4;m l4;l6;k6;l5;l6; l6;l7;k2;k9;k6;mk4;k2;kl4; (we are not late, we are *fashionably late)"  Jarod sighs as he hands her through the door "Natasha it is not polite to keep the other guests waiting for their dinner" With a ffft  and a casual wave of her hand, she dismisses this , speaking in heavily accented english "They will wait for me, everybody waits for me"

As the heads of all the people in the room turn to greet this announcement, the clear approval on the waiting mens' faces underscores the truth of this statement. She shrugs out of the full length fur, and hands it over with obvious reluctance, giving it one last stroke as she stares fiercely at the coatcheck girl "take excellent care of this" a roll of her eyes at Jarod "it was an expensive present".  Waiting for a nod of acceptance, she spins and holds her hand out for Jarod's arm "Well?  we are keeping these people from their dinner"

Introductions are made around, four other men and three other women.  The men are opening admiring, shamelessly checking her out.  Gritting her teeth Parker allows them to live, and makes little effort at small talk.  The food is surprisingly excellent, and she wins their hosts approval with her clear appreciation of it.  Sadly the other women are trophies, arm candy and little more, so she retreats into russian truculence.  After all they aren't actually interested in anything she might have to SAY!

During post dinner drinks, more men arrive, clearly 2IC types, and small groups form, intently discussing 'business'.  A poker game has started at the table Jarod is sitting at, and curious she wanders over. Standing with a hand on his shoulder, watching the cards for a few minutes, then leans over and whispers loudly in his ear "I suggest you fold, with that hand you would have to be able to bluff your way through a polygraph to win this round".

A shocked silence greets this announcement as the men wait to see how he responds.  With a glint in his eye he stands, pulling her body to his and kisses her very thoroughly "Thankyou darling.  I was about just to fold."  Pulling a $100 bill out of his pocket, he shoves it in her hand, spins her around and pats her on the ass "If you are bored, check the bar, they should have vodka"

He pauses a moment to enjoy the sight of her fantastic body as she angrily stalks away how she can walk in those towering heels is amazing As he sits and resumes his seat, he smiles to see the other men at the table are also enjoying the same view.  Tapping his cards on the table, and letting his New York accent twang a little more "Are we here for the cards or the scenery?" A flurry of looks exchanged around the table clearly state they are just fine with the scenery.  Just how Jarod planned it.

'If you are bored' was the code for make a distraction. Taking the hint she wanders up to the bar, thinking furiously about what she could do to distract everyone in the room, but specifically the men, for several minutes.  Sipping on the average vodka provided, she surveys the room, DJ playing music while warming up for the party, several young attractive women seated around chatting and drinking, and a couple up dancing.

Dancing.....$100 note in hand, she stalks her way over to the DJ and waves the note in his face to catch his attention.  He takes his headphones off and looks at the note and then at her, face questioning.  She leans against his booth, smile slow and sexy "I feel like dancing, play something slow and sexy" He stutters "I'm not supposed to take requests" Parker arches her back at him a little, and tilts her head "If you play the right songs, they will not mind"

As she walks back to the dance floor, the opening strains of Alannah Myles' Black Velvet sing out, and she slows her walk to a strut to the beat, gesturing behind her back for the DJ to up the volume God Jarod, I hope you are paying attention or I might have to do this all night.   Strolling up to the cute brunette, with the long legs and the sleepy eyes she had noticed moving nicely on the dancefloor earlier, she reaches out with a hand "Dance with me"  challenging with her eyes.

A nod and a flicker of interest  in the hazel eyes meeting hers, Parker smiles a sultry smile and spins her out across the floor and together they start to move slowly in time with the music.  Its louder now, and heads are beginning to turn across the room. Spinning and swaying in time, the two of them moving nicely together, she gets creative with her hands, and to her delight the brunette responds.  Its getting nicely steamy, and there is an audience forming around the dancefloor, lots of men with hands deep in trouser pockets.

The next song is Take My Breath Away by Berlin, and they are both working it for all its worth.  She for the distraction value, and the brunette because she knows this is her moment in the spotlight.  So the kiss between both women happens naturally under the spell of the dance.  The audience is riveted, every man in the room watching the two women dance and make out in splendour on the dancefloor.

A dark flicker at the back of the room Parker reads as "nearly every man in the room"  Jarod got the point, but why is he heading to the DJ's booth?

Light dawns as the song finishes and the unmistakeable latin beats of a tango ring out loudly, and Jarod strides onto the dancefloor.  Gently handing off her dance partner, murmuring appreciative words, he strides back to Parker, holding out an authoritative hand, eyebrow quirked and quizzical smile on his face "Tango?" With an arrogant toss of her head, a swirl of her skirts she steps up to his hand.

The tango is sizzling, the chemistry between them electric, and the audience are deeply appreciative .  As they dip into the final slide she whispers in his ear "Did you get it" He nods, and pulls her up for a spin, closing with a final sharp pose.  Running his hand up her fully exposed thigh, he dips his head for a bone melting kiss, and playing to the audience she returns in kind.  They break apart, smile bitterly at each other and turn to receive the applause from the audience.

Jarod makes his excuses to their host, as far as the men are concerned he is their hero of the evening, quite deserving his prize and damn near push him out the door.  Parker reclaims the fur, and they are hustled out the door to their waiting town car.

They sit in silence for several minutes, until Jarod clears his throat "Interesting choice for a distration Miss Parker" He is quite obviously not looking at her "impressively effective given the tools at hand" She smiles and puts a sharp edge to her voice "Well they are very expensive shoes, I needed to do them justice"

Putting a hand on his thigh just high enough to be in his 'personal' space "I should thankyou for the tango, you must tell me where you learned to dance like that"

His turn to put an edge to his voice, and now he is looking at her "I could ask you the same"

Its a quiet ride back to the hotel.  She is sad to part with the fur.  Oddly the dress is delivered by concierge to her suite in the morning with a handwritten note "You earned it.  Maybe I will see you in it again sometime"

The shoes become her favourite power shoes, and she adores them and wears them often. Jarod keeps his promise and never a whisper is mentioned of her almost arrest.

Somehow the dress stays hanging in her closet, she never quite finds the right occasion to wear it again.