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He nodded in satisfaction.
“We’ll keep Lacey. No need to change such a pretty name.”
After that, he also explained I would have no issues finding work. The men liked that I could have a casual conversation with everyone without being awkward.
“I wouldn’t be surprised if they start fighting over you. I’ll send some requests over to you tomorrow for you to go through. Just email me back with your answer.”
We pulled up to the campus and said our goodbyes. I made it home to find Angela waiting up for me. She wasn’t back when I left.
“Where the fuck did you go? Is that my dress?”
I hoped she would be asleep, so I could just slip it back on the hanger and have it washed before she noticed. Angela didn’t take lightly to me borrowing her clothes.
“I had a date. I’ll wash it and put it back in your closet. No damage.”
Angela huffed at me and walked out of the room.
I take a shower and crawl into bed feeling fresh and clean. Tomorrow, I must pick my first client.
Chapter 2
Matteo
“Are you seriously gonna be single for the rest of your life?” Abigail whined to me over the phone.
Rolling my eyes, I fake a quick excuse and hurry off the phone. Abigail had always jumped down my throat to get a girlfriend. Ever since I broke up with Lauren, she pressed me over and over, swearing up and down that having a significant other would take my mind off the hurt. I knew she only wanted me to be happy, but it never occurred to her that maybe I was happy with myself. So, I tried to avoid her exuberant phone calls, especially when I had a good enough excuse. However, amidst the news of Abigail's engagement to my best friend, I knew something had to be done.
Abigail constantly tried to set me up on blind dates. The last one I went on turned out to be the worst mistake. The lady was older than me, in her mid thirties, and bored me the entire night. She couldn’t have an intelligent conversation to save her life.
It wasn’t just Abigail either. My whole family wanted to see me with a girlfriend. So, with the appearance of a girlfriend, perhaps they would get off my back.
There’s only one place that gives full access to quick girlfriends. It’s a good little business on the side that one of my old-time pals told me about. I was a little hesitant because the last girl I took to an event, really caused a mess in my life. About three years ago, I had a significant event to attend, but my PR thought it would be better if I showed up with a date, so that’s where Dr. Shepard came in. He swore he had the perfect girl for me, only she turned out to be the complete opposite. Sure, she physically was drop dead gorgeous, but she expected me to sleep with her. I wasn’t interested. To only add on to the mess, she accused me of being gay, sending in floods of reporters to capture the moment. The memory of it isn’t something I like to remember. It was a media nightmare that cost me so. It’s the reason why I was hesitant on even trying again. I told myself I would never go back there but I’m desperate. All I wanted to do was get my family off my back.
It’s time to go revisit Dr. Shepard. I called Freddie to pick me up. All trips to and from their office had to be with Freddie. It was early morning, so I knew he’d be open for business. I swiftly threw on my blazer and walked out the door. Right on cue, a limo was waiting for me. I slid onto the plush seats then ripped off my shades.
“Hello, Matteo. I haven’t seen you in a while. Ready for your appointment?”
“Yes, thank you Freddie. I have lots to discuss with Dr. Shepard today.” I replied, hoping Dr. Shepard could ease my fears.
The ride was swift, thanks to the speed racer Freddie. I hopped out of the car and smoothly walked into the building. I nodded at the secretary but moved past her swiftly while she started to click frantically through her appointment sheet on the computer. I made it to Dr. Shepard's door before she could realize I had, once again, ignored the obligatory "by appointment only" rule. I swung the door open and walked straight into his office. Dr. Shepard jumped up from his desk, shuffling papers together in the process.
“Matteo?” He asked wide-eyed.
I threw my blazer on a chair before sinking onto the large couch beside his desk.
"You are a keen observer Shepard," I smirked and leaned forward with my hands folded together. "Listen. I know I haven’t been here in a while, but I’m in dire need of your service."
“How can I help you?” Dr. Shepard asked with caution.
I nodded and stood abruptly, crossing my arms across my chest, “I need someone presentable and intelligent. The occasion will be a wedding. It’s a 7-day trip so they would need to be free for an extended period.”
Dr. Shepard opened his file cabinets and shuffled through folders. There was picture after picture of gorgeous young women. Some were thin, some were curvy.
“These are our most current girls,” He informed.
I held the thick, brown folder in my hands. “Current?”
“Yes, meaning they’ve been with us anywhere from a day to six months. They’re fresh and the best to choose from.”
