Thread: Hire Me {Father Figure & AnnaBeth Belle}

Hire Me had a number of locations it used to arrange meetings of their girls and prospective clients. It was de facto , if not de jure , practice for a meeting to take place and give the client and the Hire Me girl one last chance to back out of the agreement. Contracts had been couriered over to both of them, already vetted by lawyers on the part of Hire Me and able to be done so by the clients if they wished, and there was boilerplate where each could ink in any special clauses that were necessary at the last minute. Each would sign, exchange and sign again and then once again couriers, extremely discrete ones that appeared and disappeared at the right moments, would take the copies and deposit them where each party had decided. For Evie , and all the other Hire Me girls, that was back at corporate. Her client was free to do what he wished with his copy. One had upended a champagne cooler and burned it right then and there she'd heard, to destroy his portion of the evidence. Tacky. Tonight's location was an exclusive, very private restaurant in lower uptown. It was dim but not dark inside, everything washed shades of brown and lambent gold from the old fashioned lighting, and tables were solely for two. With plenty of space between them that the chance of overhearing conversations were already minimal, Hire Me still bought out reservations on all surrounding tables, creating a cocoon of intimate privacy for the meeting. Evie knew the client would already be there, something she'd insisted upon and likely one of the last such choices that would be allowed to her. It made her feel special that the man waited for her to arrive, and it also lessened the chance he would turn and leave at the last minute. Her dress was twelve thousand dollars of Valentino elegance, with a jeweled neckline and a nipped in waist that accented her figure. Evie's favorite part of it was the back lace panel that featured an elegantly winged bird flying over colorfully discrete flowers. It was lovely, one of her favorites, and Evie always took care never to spill anything on it, or let her client do so either. So far it had survived two and she hoped he would be the third. The dress was lucky, she thought, and was not so jaded that she didn't believe in superstition. The rest of her ensemble was coordinated to match, minimal jewelry, small diamond studs in her ears and a larger but not gaudy one on a thin chain about her neck. She even wore a wedding ring. It was a convenient fiction for many of her clients. If they were married themselves, she was either their wife or, if seen by someone they knew, it explained why they wanted privacy. If they weren't married it turned attention onto Evie, clearly having an affair, and drew scrutiny away from the client. Clutch in her left hand, Evie walked slowly towards the table where her client sat. His back was half to her, allowing the woman to close the distance largely unseen. It was only in the last few steps that a reflection of her in the glass of a framed print allowed him to know Evie was there. Closed-lipped, her smile was warm and just a touch mysterious, but very welcoming. Under the fingers of her right hand the wool of his suit was warm and soft, though deeply textured in a fine seamless weave and she leaned in to brush his cheek with her lips, careful to not let her gloss stain his flesh. The scent she wore was Guerlain, Le Bouquet de la Mariee, intended for a bride on her wedding day and evocative of innocence and beauty, its complex scents of citrus and pink peppercorn meshing with sugar coated almond and vanilla beneath. Very few people wore it, fewer still outside of their bridal day, and Evie preferred it because it made her memorable to her clients. She liked to send them little notes during the relationship, actual notes on paper that she'd brush with the perfume, or with her wrist after dabbing it there. Likely they destroyed them but so long as they were received and remembered that was what mattered. Mr. Chase, she said as she stepped back from the kiss. I'm Evie. Have you ordered for us already? Clutch on the table beside her, she looked across the table, elbows on it and hands folded together with laced fingers that she rested her chin on, showing he was the most important man in the room, in her life.