I was nervous.
I was currently at a coffee shop near my flat waiting for Zayn.
I couldn't believe that I was doing this. I had never been this desperate before.
Whenever the door bell would chime, I would look up thinking it was him.
I didn't even talk to him on the phone. I only talked to the woman in charge of the escort service. I told her my situation and she said Zayn would be the perfect man for the job.
Camille was happy that I took her advice. I just hoped that everything would work out.
Zayn didn't have a Facebook or Instagram account. I went on a stalking mission after I talked to the escort agency. I wanted to know more about him.
He was supposed to meet me here at four. It was 3:59.
The door opened and in walked a man wearing a suit. He had on sunglasses and his black hair was styled up perfectly. He was like sex on a stick.
I had to tear my gaze away from him.
He was gorgeous.
I reached into my purse to grab my phone when I noticed someone standing by my table.
"Are you (Y/n)?"
I looked up and saw the man that just walked in.
I felt like I couldn't even talk. His looks were just so intimidating.
I nodded, "Yes."
He held his hand out for me to shake, "I'm Zayn. It's nice to meet you."
"It's-- nice to meet you too." I stammered.
I felt like such an idiot.
He stood there for a few seconds, "May I join you?"
Zayn gestured to the seat in front of me.
"Oh! Yes, of course."
I sat up a little as he sat down. I was even more nervous as before. Zayn was like the definition of perfection. Just looking at him made my heart race. Someone like him had to have been taken.
I wondered how he had got into the escort business in the first place.
"Tell me about yourself." Zayn told me.
"Uh well, I'm an English teacher at an middle school here. I have twin brothers, they are older and are very annoying. I moved here to Paris when I was 18. I needed to get away from my family. They are a little... controlling."
"My boss told me that you hired me for a three day weekend event. I didn't really get a lot of details." Zayn took off his sunglasses and set them on the table.
His eyes were amazing.
"Yeah. My parents are getting remarried. I needed someone to pose as my date so they could just see that I'm dating someone. It'll get them off my back." I explained.
He nodded, "When is it exactly?"
"In three weeks."
"It will be five thousand for the three days. We meet and fly together the night before. I will need to know a little information on your family members so I'm not completely thrown for a loop." Zayn said.
He had thought about all of the little things.
"Now, I need to know a little information on your dating history. Are you into PDA?" He asked me.
I got nervous all over again, "Um, not like hardcore PDA." I felt my cheeks get warm. I didn't think we would be discussing this now.
"So we keep the affection to a minimum. Hand holding, hugs, maybe a kiss on the cheek."
I nodded not really knowing what to say.
"Anything else will cost you extra." He stated.
I narrowed my eyes at him, "What are you referring to?"
Even his chuckle was sexy, "I think you know exactly what I'm talking about."
I clenched my jaw a little before I responded to him, "There won't be any extra costs."
He smiled and nodded, "Okay then."
"Thank you for doing this. It will save me a lot of headache with my family."
"It's no problem. It's my job." He answered.
I took a sip of my coffee as it got silent. I felt his gaze on me but I tried to look away.
"So, why couldn't you get a real date?" Zayn asked me.
It came out a lot harsher than I hoped he intended.
"I uh haven't found the right guy I guess." I answered hoping this would be the last question about my past dating history.
"Maybe you have, you just didn't realize it yet."
I shurgged my shoulders, "Maybe."
Zayn stood up and put his glasses back on, "I have to get going. I'll see you soon."
"Wait! I don't have your number. How am I supposed to contact you?"
He smirked a little, "I have yours."
"So, tell me everything about him!" Camille practically tackled me when I got to her flat.
She was dying to know about how my meetup with Zayn went.
"He looks like a model." I said as I grabbed a slice of pizza.
"Did you take any photos of him?"
I rolled my eyes, "No! That would've been weird."
"I want to see what he looks like!"
"I'll try to be super sneaky and take a picture of him next time." I laughed.
Camille smiled, "Thank you!"
She put the television on some sappy movie that I really didn't feel like watching. I heard my phone buzz on her kitchen counter.
I got up to get it and saw that I had a text from an unknown number.
I unlocked my phone and read the text. It was from Zayn.
Zayn: hello, it's Zayn. I was wondering if you wanted to go to lunch sometime next week so I can learn a bit about your family and what's in store when we go to London.
Me: sure. Next week sounds fine. Text me the time and place.
I wanted to seem as cool as possible. I was a nervous wreck around him before.
Zayn: see you then.
"Zayn just texted me." I told Camille while I put my phone down.
Her eyes went wide, "Shut up! What did he want?"
"He wants to go out to lunch next week. He wants to get a little information about my family so when we go he at least knows something." I said.
"I have a feeling that you two are going to fall in love." Camille said with a huge smile on her face.
"Oh, shut up! This is just business."
"If he is as gorgeous as you say he is, then I have a feeling you two are going to hook up."
"We are not going to hook up! Besides, he said that would be extra." I mumbled.
Camille burst out laughing, "No way!"
I nodded, "He probably has a girlfriend anyways."
"I don't know what girl would want to be with him with the job he has."
I shrugged my shoulders, "I have no idea. I know I couldn't."
I spent the rest of the night trying to get Zayn out of my head. Could I really go through with all of this?
Could I actually get away with it?
If it meant that I wouldn't have to hear my parents opinions on why I haven't found anyone, then I know I could do it.
Zayn seemed like the perfect person to help me with them.
I just wanted everything to go perfectly and keep it professional as possible.
