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.
