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She made a good point. As an escort, it’s my job to be someone’s partner for a night or weekend. Be their person and make them feel or look good. Which is also why I work out hard. I need to look good for the part.
The treadmill starts to slow down, meaning I’m nearing the end of this dreadful experience. There are rewards to working out, but all of that tends to come afterward, not during. During is when it hurts like hell. But afterward. After the shower and you take a minute, my mood changes, and my body feels better.
The song ends, and I shut off the treadmill. Stepping off it, I pass by two ladies as I head to the shower. The look in their eyes tells me they like what they see, and I give them my most charming smile. They giggle, and I feel a sense of pride in my chest.
Two weeks off, but I still got it.
Of course, I do. I’ve been honing my flirting skills for years. Figuring out different ways to flirt since every woman is different. Some women like to be given compliments. They want someone telling them how beautiful they are or how stunning that dress looks. Some prefer the more direct approach. You tell them what you want in your deepest and lowest voice. I’ve even had clients who weren’t so much into flirting and just wanted someone to talk to about their day.
I take off my T-shirt and shorts and step into the shower. I roll my neck under the hot water spraying down from the ceiling. I groan as the water slowly releases the tension in my muscles. As I wash up, I run through the schedule in my head. Tomorrow I’m spending the day with a woman who wants a date for her cousin’s wedding. Then I have a date to a gala this Sunday with a lovely woman who didn’t want to go alone. After that, my schedule is free.
After showering, I wear a clean T-shirt and a pair of jeans. Slipping into some trainers, I put my headphones back in my ears and walk home. I live a couple blocks from the gym, which is super convenient.
I pass by random people on the way home. From men in suits to women with prams. Everyone has a different life, a different job, and a different family, all not knowing that maybe their neighbour has hired me or an escort as a date. It’s a strange job, being a fake boyfriend to someone, but I don’t mind it. I became one after I immigrated to Canada from the UK and was looking for a job.
I sat next to a guy named Rhys at a pub in Vancouver, and he told me how he’d just got this job at an agency called The Boyfriend Experience. Said the work ethic and money were good. Everyone was friendly, and he enjoyed his job so far. I figured, why not? After all, it wasn’t like I had anything else, not after getting laid off from a tech startup.
I ended up enjoying the job. It was nice to be needed and be a comfort to people.
I head up the stairs, passing my neighbour just as I hear the phone ringing inside. I make quick work of the lock and lunge for my phone.
“Hello.”
“Tyler, hello! You’re back,” my boss, Cassandra, greets me over the phone.
“Yes, I’m back. All tanned and relaxed.”
“That’s good. Because I have another client for you.” I hear her click the keys on her keyboard as she speaks.
“Great. Who is it?” I set down my backpack and walk to the kitchen for some water.
“Her name is Poppy Davenport. She wants a date next Friday. Eight to eleven. I’ll find you a nice restaurant and send you the details.”
“Right on.” I take a sip of water. “Is she looking for something fancy or like a regular date with a regular guy?”
“She wants something simple but nice. The place I was thinking about isn’t too fancy. A pair of jeans and a blazer will do. Ooh, or maybe that nice blue suit you have…”
Cassandra tells me all the details.
“Oh, and she’s looking for the deluxe edition,” she says.
Ah, the deluxe edition. In other words, sex along with the date.
“Also, it’s best to add that she’s a virgin, and the whole point of this is for the… well… Boyfriend Experience. Take her out on a date, then end it with a bang.”
Damn, a virgin. I’d never had sex with a virgin since taking this job. It’s not something we get a lot. I’m thinking of saying no, but something compels me to agree. Generally, hiring an escort isn’t something you just do for fun. It’s something thought out thoroughly. She is clearly sure, and that’s all I need.
“Sounds good. Cheers, love,” I say and hang up the phone.
Chapter 3
Tyler
WhenIpullupto Poppy Davenport’s apartment building, I check the address again before getting out of my car. I evaluate myself one more time in the car mirror, making sure everything looks nice. The suit and the hair before walking up to her door with the flowers I bought earlier.
Ms. Davenport requested me for three hours of my time. Typically, most of my dates are in front of their friends and colleagues, not on an actual date. The sex is just a bonus. I don’t know many people paying $400 an hour for dinner with a guy they could pick up at a bar.
Regardless, this is what she wants, and I’m here to be hers for tonight.
