"What do you mean you don't fuck? Isn't that part of the job?"
She stared at me in dismay as she slid her dress back on. I cringed awkwardly- I had told the agency I would not fuck anyone. It was purely business. I didn't even kiss them.
You see, I'm an escort.
Purely because I adore women, and know they adore me. Mainly because of my dashing good looks, but also because I can charm the birds from the trees if I needed to.
"Sara." She reminded me for the fiftieth time that evening. "Please, Zane, call me Sara."
She wasn't bad looking at all for her age, long blonde hair and collagen filled lips that made her look smoother than she probably was if the air was deflated from her.
"What about off the record? Please, Zane, it's been so long. I'm clean, I use condoms, I'm on the pill. I'll pay whatever you want."
I raised an eyebrow at her as I coughed, running a hand through my platinum blonde hair as I sighed.
"You're beautiful, Sara. But I don't believe in sex before marriage. I loved your company though."
She blinked in shock as I flashed her my best smile.
"Marry me then." She pleaded as I began to laugh.
"Enjoy the rest of your evening. Call me anytime you need company."
I kissed her cheek as I left, adjusting my suit jacket as I closed the door softly behind me.
"So you're my mothers date." I heard a voice drawl from behind me as I lifted my eyes up to see a girl with waist length jet black hair peering up at me suspiciously.
She was voluptuous, denim shorts revealing her creamy thighs that were covered in tattoos. She tilted her head as she pursed her red painted lips together as she gazed at me.
"Aren't you Caleb Fallons little brother?"
"Little?" I echoed with amusement as she scanned my toned body beneath my suit.
"Well, younger. I'm Verona. I do his tattoos." She explained as I nodded.
"Ah. Well, it's a pleasure to meet you Verona. I'm Zane. Zane Fallon."
Her eyes flickered back to the house as she frowned, clearly about to ask another question. I tried not to stare as she leaned back into the car, hauling her tattoo case out with ease. God she was beautiful.
"So what's a guy like you doing dating an older woman with a truckload of issues?" She laughed, and I tilted my head as in confusion.
"Guy like me?"
"Why do you keep repeating what I say?"
I held her gaze as she frowned.
"Sorry. I just attended a function with her. I'm not dating her. Or anyone else." I added, with a smirk as she glanced at me with disinterest.
"Are you?" I asked, as she walked up the drive towards me.
"What? Dating my mom?"
"Touche." I smiled as she rolled her eyes.
"That's my business, Zane Fallon."
Oh, I was beginning to like her more and more as the conversation progressed.
"In that case, good night, Verona." I whispered, as I walked past her towards my car. I didn't look back, because I didn't have to.
I knew she would be watching me hungrily.
They all did.
Five, four, three, two-
"Wait!" She called as I tried to look surprised as I turned back towards her.
"Yes?" I asked innocently as she moved towards me glancing back at the house as she did. Up close I noticed her eyes were a stunning mixture of green and brown.
"Hazel eyes. My favourite." I murmured, as she blinked slowly, her full dark lashes framing her eyes perfectly. "Did you know hazel eyes are due to a combination of Rayleigh scattering and a moderate amount of melanin in the iris' anterior border layer? Yours have flecks of gold in. You're incredibly lucky."
"You're smooth." She said as she folded her hands over her arms. Chipped black nail varnish I noticed.
"So I've heard."
She pulled her phone out, and searched for me on Facebook as I watched in amusement. She looked up at me puzzled.
'You're not on here." She stated as I nodded.
"If you want me, I'm right here. I prefer face to face contact." I explained as I scanned her face. My hand reached out to move her hair from her eyes as she stepped back quickly.
"I don't want you." She laughed. "I just wanted to prove how smooth you are with a thousand friends, mostly all female. My bad."
"If that's all..." I sighed as I checked my watch impatiently.
"Are you dismissing me?" She said incredulously as I arched a brow in her direction.
"If theres nothing else-"
"I just wanted to say, if you ever wanted a tattoo, let me know. I'd love to be your first." She winked as she handed me her business card. I gazed at it, the black card engraved with gold writing.
"Verona Hayes." I murmured, glancing at the house. "Not Clancy?"
"Nope." She didn't elaborate, and I tucked it into my inner jacket pocket.
"I'll bear that in mind." I went to walk away, but turned back to her one last time.
She looked up at me hopefully as I swung my keys around my finger.
"You wouldn't be my first."