Jon stood in the arched doorway into the hotel bar, staring at the back of the man in the salmon shirt. He hadn't been provided with a photo of his date, but he had been informed that Mr. Black would be sitting at the bar, dressed just as he was. From Jon's angle, all Jon could see was that his suitor had a long blonde pony tail, salmon shirt, and khaki pants. Not much to go on.
Well, here goes nothing, he thought to himself, encouraged that even his internal voice was now sounding like Evangeline Lilly. Stepping purposefully in his sexy black pumps, Jon crossed the floor and sidled up to the bar next to his waiting date.
"You must be Mr. Black," Jon said, sounding exactly like the starlet, "I'm..."
"I know who you are," Mr. Black cut him off with a smile, "Evangeline Lilly. I've been looking forward to this for a long time!"
Jon stared at his date. For a brief second he felt that there was something familiar about him, but that passed quickly. How could Jon have possibly seen this man before? He was utterly unfamiliar.
Now that Jon had been able to take a good look at the man, Jon realized that he was utterly normal as well. Smooth, shaved legs, round behind, massive breasts, youthful, feminine face... it all added up to a normal, natural man that Jon would have easily have lost in a crowd of men. Looking around the bar at the other men there, examining the broad shouldered, rugged men that had gathered at the Bermuda seaside resort, Jon decided that Mr. Black was just one of the guys. If Jon lined up Mr. Black against the room of five-o'clock-shadowed, big muscled dudes, he would have a hard time picking him out.
Not for long, Evangeline's voice reminded him. It would be a long week, a week that Jon would get to know Mr. Black very well. This date would have to be utterly convincing if he was to win his ten million dollars. And Jon was committed. He needed the money! Not only was he banking his future on his fortune, but he'd wracked up a pile of debt transforming himself into the perfect replica of the movie-star.
"What can I get you?" the bartender said, snapping Jon back to reality.
"Just a club soda," Jon's Evangeline voice replied.
"A bit of a featherweight drink," Jon's date teased.
"I'm feeling a bit jet-lagged. Don't want to overdo it while we get to know each other," Jon said coyly, batting his eyelashes and forcing a blush.
Jon's date smiled. So far so good. Feeling confident about his mark's buy-in, Jon started to relax. He grabbed his newly poured drink and brought it to his lips, taking a slow sip, never letting his eyes leave his date. What did Mr. Black have in store for him that week?
"Well, I hope your drink helps," Mr. Black said, "Because I've got an exciting time planned for us! Once we're done here, we're..."
