Note= This is all made up by me and any events mentioned herein never occurred.
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It all started with Taylor Swift's three words: "I dare you."
"Oh, balls!"
She and Emma Watson were sitting in two of the coveted sets of the Royal Box of Wimbledon's Centre Court.
Emma Raducanu looked to be on her way out of round two of the women's singles, and Watson was not in the best of moods.
She looked splendid as usual, in her tan Ralph Lauren collection shirtdress that was cinched at the waist with one of the designer's brown belts and worn with an Olympia le Tan book clutch, mimicking the French vocabulary text Corbeille de Mots. Watson's dress looked effortless and elegant. Though Watson wore a straw fedora and white heels that have become standard attire at tennis matches, the overall effect was casual and modern. With her hair and makeup kept natural and the tiniest diamond necklace completing the look, she watched Raducanu face match point.
The mega-star singer, Taylor had a perma-smile as she sat beside the English actress.
Also in white for the occasion her dress was adorned with small white flowers. The thin shoulder straps led to a ruffled bodice that showed just enough cleavage on her slender body, and the crisp whiteness highlighted her lightly tanned skin. Her blonde hair cascaded over her shoulders, framing her sparkling blue eyes.
"Never in a hundred years. I simply refuse to do it."
"You'll regret saying no. I mean, what are you up to these days anyway?"
Not much was the truthful answer to that, thought Emma.
They stood up and applauded the players as the game ended in Raducanu's loss. Watson and Swift quickly made their way to the Rosewater Pavilion where they found the private suites. They each accepted a champagne flute and joined some of the other elite guests on the outdoor terrace.
"Oh, look. There he is."
They both glanced over at him, and Emma actually jumped as he turned to see him look in their direction while sipping his drink at the balcony. He was tall and handsome in a rugged but sophisticated way. He had mussed brown hair and a wry smile that gave him a strong confident look. He looked like he might be about their age. In his early thirties? He had a dark shirt, with no necktie and with the top two buttons open.
"Emma, may I introduce Mister Robert Lincoln."
"Afternoon," said Emma softly.
"Emma Watson. So pleased to meet you."
He offered her his hand and she took it with a certain amount of aversion.
"Robert is..."
"Please. Call me Linc." He said holding up a hand to both.
"I know who 'Linc' is." Scoffed Emma. "He's the self styled 'King of Sex Games,' and he specializes in making those horrid Japanese sex game shows that exploit women."
"Hey. Those shows have made me millions. Don't knock it."
Emma huffed, but kept looking at him side-on. The way he moved made it hard for her to keep her eyes off him.
His shoulders were broad and in every movement you could see he was strong and sure in his own body.
"I don't personally oversee those shows but just deal with the business side of things. The Japanese love those shows anyway. More for the humour. And, the Arab Sheiks can't get enough of that kind of stuff. Which brings me to the proposal."
"Right. The proposal."
Linc gestured to a waiter and ordered three more flutes of bubbly.
"Yeah. They're banned in Abu Dhabi, but It seems like bootleg showings of 'Big Brother' and 'Love Island' has given one particular Billionaire Sheik the hots for a, shall we say, exclusive version of both. You, are on the list."
"Your list?" Wondered Emma with a raised brow.
"Of eight possible names of his favourite celebrities to take part in a 'Big Brother' with a difference."
"I'm on it." Grinned Taylor.
"And she's agreed to take part. It'll be recorded over one week. In a secluded house in England, and only to be shown to a select number of those who can cough up 500 million US dollars each for permission to watch live. Once the week is over, the recordings will be destroyed. Guaranteed."
"It's gonna be great. There will be eight of the yummiest guys from this year's Love Island with the eight of us girls."
"And what? We all just fuck out brains out over a week?" Emma rolled her eyes.
"Pretty much, yeah!"
Taylor shrugged and smiled.
