My Escort Read Free

picked it up and scanned through its insides before fixating on a card and then offering it to me. “His name is Damon, and he offers an hourly rate.”
    I looked at the card in suspicion. “Cassidy...this is an escort’s card,” I said cautiously, wondering if she knew what “his services” actually entailed.
    “One of my friends gave me the card. She said he was great and utterly divine. At least this way you won’t rock up by yourself. His charm and looks will make her even more envious. It’s completely confidential, so no one will know.” She flicked her bouncy curls over her shoulder and looked around to make sure no one was listening.
    As if secrecy were contagious, I too glanced around before looking again at the card. “I’m not sure about this. It makes me feel pathetic that I can’t find a man myself. And besides, what is so wrong with being single and independent? That was always something I was proud of. Until today,” I whispered. I looked down at the simple black card. The gold calligraphy was elegant and tasteful. It cited only a first name, a contact number, and the most important word of all. Escort .
    “It’s just once and no one will ever know. Just imagine her expression when you do turn up with your ‘boyfriend.’ She will be so jealous. Gary doesn’t have much to offer in the looks department anymore,” she laughed lightly.
    I fiddled with the card in my hand, and as I did a more immature part of me acknowledged how great it would be to trump her just this once. I couldn’t help but consider it. “Maybe,” I pondered, walking back to my office to face the “to-do” list.
     
    *
     
    Hours later, I was alone in the office and still busily replying to clients and sponsors. Every time I unearthed a new set of instructions highlighting another unrealistic task, I fought the urge to reach for the phone. I looked from the black card to the time: 10 p.m. I froze as once again my fingers itched to call the number. His number. Just this once, I wanted to see an expression of embarrassed repentance fleet across Debra’s sharp features.
    But I found that I couldn’t make my fingers dial the number. I grabbed my cell phone, too scared to call the number, and sent a simple text instead. “Is this Damon?” Instantly I set the phone down as if it had burned me. I picked up my list once again with a sigh.
    The sudden vibration and glow of my phone gave me a fright. I stared at it. The number I had just text was now calling me back. I didn’t think he would respond so quickly. My heart was now racing and, reluctantly, I answered the phone.
    “Hello?” I said shakily, feeling stupid.
    “Do you need to be escorted somewhere?” a low, deep voice asked.
    “Um,” I said, surprised by his enticing voice. If he looked as sexy as he sounded then he would be perfect to show Debra up. “I am. It’s a...a formal event. Tomorrow night?”
    “I am free tomorrow night,” he said smoothly. “Text me your address and pickup time before tomorrow, and I will see you then.”
    “Okay,” I agreed.
    He hung up after the brief exchange. I felt like I had committed a crime. But I had to admit, the secrecy of it was exciting. Thrilling, even. I looked to the photo of Megan and started smiling at the thought of what she would say. Much like Cassidy, I think she would agree that getting an escort to annoy Debra was a small way by which I could stand up for myself.
    I text Damon my address and time of pickup, and then refocused on my work. I suddenly had all the concentration I needed. I would give a good impression tomorrow at the campaign. I wouldn’t let Debra look down on me any longer. This was one of her games I was willing to play for the first time. I accepted the challenge.

Chapter Two- Unlucky in Love

     
     
    I was facing the early hours of Saturday and yet I was still in the office. Much to my disgruntlement, no matter how many times I tried to reorganize the scheduled times for the models