earned it [h.s.]

4. (*)

As expected, I was a nervous wreck.

I had been one for days now, the minutes moving so slow until it was Wednesday.

Ezra insisted I didn't do any more escort work in that time, so I did spend my nights at Lotus to dance and entertain people in the champagne room. All the while though, my mind was with this meeting already. Dancing took my mind off of it slightly, completely letting Sloane take over as I worked my body around the pole and gave the people what they came for.

A strip show.

And then more dancing in the champagne room, exciting the men when I hovered over their laps and took my clothes off - just enough to drive them crazy. It made me feel powerful. Until I thought back about the impending meeting with Mrs. Hilton and my nerves skyrocketed once more until I felt like I could throw up.

I stood in front of the Hilton-building in Westminster, the neighbourhood fancier than what I could ever dream of living in in London. It was quite the business-area though, many skyscrapers and office buildings around me. The one I stood in front of, was the largest.

It was five minutes until eight, and I'd be lying if I said I hadn't been here for at least thirty minutes to make sure I was perfectly on time. I took the subway in my dress and high heels, looking fancier than I had probably ever done. I hoped that from now on, Mrs. Hilton would only want me in lingerie because I didn't own any more clothes that she could like besides what I was wearing now. And even this was probably not classy in her book.

The black dress was short but not too tight, quite modest actually for my standards. The straps were thin and I paired it with an equally black blazer and equally black high heels. The March air was biting at my bare legs as I ran a hand through my blonde hair for the billionth time.

I wore it loose with some soft make-up, still wanting to look like myself. Or rather, wanting to look like Sloane. Like the girl she called her type when we first met. It's also why I painted my lips red. She seemed to like it that last time.

My heart was nearly in my ass as I contemplated once more if I should go inside or just turn around and forget about all of this. There was a bottle of whisky waiting for me in my cabinet and I had some weed from Derek lying around.

My toes felt numb in the high heels and I let out one more breath, telling myself to grow a pair before I marched up to the double glass doors. They were closed now, and the lights in the building had been turned off except for the ones on the ground floor and the highest one. Where she was.

The second I opened up the glass door, I was met with the warmth of the building. I glanced around, seeing the deserted front desk and some of the lights already off. I could hear footsteps though, and when I turned, I could see a buff security guard making his way to me.

His brow was furrowed and his stare strict as he walked up to me, "The building is closed, miss."

"Oh," I straightened up, "Uh, I have an appointment. A meeting, really. I'm here to see Mrs. Hilton."

He cocked up an eyebrow, "You are here to see Mrs. Hilton?"

"Yes. She requested to meet me here at eight." I felt like a fool trying to convince this security guard that I belonged here. His eyes shortly travelled up my form and I instantly knew I had failed in attempting to look classy. I looked cheap and he judged me for it.

Without looking away from me, the guard took out his phone and pressed a button before putting it to his ear.

"Hi, sorry to bother you, Mrs. Hilton, but there's someone here for you." He spoke in a monotone voice before he heard a reply in his ear. He nodded to himself before covering the phone, "What's your name?"