Falling For His Escort [Book #3]

Chapter 5

Shortly after losing my previous client, Amelia's inbox was bombarded with requests from both men and women wanting me to be their escort.

I was pissed when she told me she denied every last request. I was getting ready to give her a piece of my mind when she told me her reasoning.

Apparently, she received a request from a guy who she thought would pique my interest. I didn't see how they could until she told me they had offered to pay twice the usual amount for the best female escort in the company.

The guy was clearly wealthy. And if he was willing to pay that much for an escort, then he had to be desperate.

Or horny.

Either way, I hope he doesn't think my body is a part of the deal. I rolled my eyes. Unfortunately, it's happened more than once.

Men often mistake the escort business as a prostitution ring. And I've had to uppercut a few assholes for putting their hands on me as a result. No money was worth losing my dignity over.

"What's the event?" I asked my boss into the phone, staring at the white paint on my nails while lounging on the couch.

"You are expected to escort a twenty-three year old guy to a wedding that's taking place this Saturday."

A wedding?

I love weddings. It's the only time where the idea of wearing a dress, putting on makeup, and feeling like a princess doesn't make me want to vomit.

Amelia told me what he looked like. Not that it mattered, because attractive or not, it's not in my job description to have preferences. This isn't a matchmaking company where we shoot people in the ass with heart shaped bow and arrows.

But based on the way Amelia described him, I admit that he did sound pretty damn hot. Which begged the question of why he chose an escort to be his date. I mean surely a handsome guy like him wouldn't have much difficulty in finding a date.

"So who am I pretending to be this time?"

"When he sent in his request, he simply asked for a woman he could introduce his parents too. He didn't say much else."

"And out of a hundred plus employees, you thought I was the perfect one for the job?"

"Yup."

I could practically hear and see her smiling. Sitting up, I narrowed my eyes in suspicion even though she couldn't see me.

Amelia's always up to something. And I have a strong feeling her scheming little ginger ass has something up her sleeve.

She's never denied an entire inbox of requests before. To her, it would be a waste of money. If she could, she would have me escort them all at the same time.

"What's the catch?"

I make note of the sudden high pitch in her usual low tone. "There is no catch."

"You're lying."

"I am not."

"You are," I counter just as quickly as she responded. "And you're a terrible liar."

"I'm not lying, Harlynn."

Her squeaky tone of voice remains and I shake my head. I know without a doubt that she's lying. Not only it is obvious, but I have a sixth sense about these things.

But I choose to let it slide, despite wanting to press her about it until she confesses. "Fine."

Besides, I was going to eventually find out anyway. Secrets are never kept from me for long.

****

Saturday rolled around quicker than expected, so I had to rush to the store to find a dress to wear at the wedding.

I hate dresses. I refuse to keep such an uncomfortable garment in my closet.

My mother knows I hate them and yet, she still gifts me one every chance she gets. Thankfully, my nerdy little sister loves dresses. And since we are almost the exact same size, I just let her "steal" them out of my closet whenever she pops by my apartment.

"That looks so cute on you," Haley compliments, clapping her hands like the hot pink napkin on my body didn't belong on a old lady on her way to church.

"No," I tell her in the mirror, refusing to wear such a hideously old looking dress.

Haley was the one who picked it out. I should've known she'd choose something like this. Her style is very... questionable.

Returning to the fitting room, I practically rip the dress off my body. Disgusted, I'm hesitant to move on to my sister's next choice.

I don't know why I let her talk me into this. I should've just let Amelia take me when she offered. Even her style is more tolerable than this.

Changing into the next dress, I exited the fitting room with a frown on my face. "What the hell is this?" I asked Haley, referring to the black dress adorn with a shit ton of feathers. I felt like a bird in this dress. Specifically a crow.

"What?" She says with a shrug. "Is black not your favorite color anymore?"

"No, it still is. Just not when it's covered head to toe in feathers."

Re-entering the fitting room, I put back on my clothes. When I walked back out, I had every intention to go back to my apartment and just wear whatever was in my closet.

But then my eyes wandered over to what I felt was the perfect dress. And although I can't stand dresses, I am truly in awe.

A long satin gown in the alluring color of a dark green forest. The high slit on the one shoulder pleated dress is what draws me in the most. It's so... me.

"It's perfect," I say, voicing the thought in my head.

Haley realizes what I'm looking at and grabs a worker to help her remove the dress off the mannequin.

As soon as the dress is placed in my hands, I don't waste another second standing around.

When I'm finally in the gown, I let out a content sigh as I stare at myself in the body length mirror before me.

"Yup, this is definitely the one."