Keira After spending an hour getting ready, I take one more look in the mirror to check that my black hair is properly styled, that my dress fits my curves perfectly, that nothing is out of place, and that my make-up is as glamorous as the night deserves. I was hired as an escort by a German businessman named Sebastian Decker, owner of a very successful fleet of commercial ships. At 35, he is one of the richest men in Germany. In the photograph I saw in his client file, I could only appreciate his serious face, with slight lines marked on his forehead, light eyes, a long and profiled nose, asymmetrical lips, short coppery hair, and a very neat beard covering his wide jaw, fitting perfectly with his features. I found him attractive, although that should be irrelevant; this job is not about being captivated by the client; it is just about being there for them, smiling and nodding for their friends, associates, or anyone around them. Anyway, I'm not on the hunt for any guy, like most of

I try to be a better escort for Mr. Decker, I don't want to end up with a bad review that will affect future hires, but I can't help but wonder why a handsome, wealthy man like him would have to resort to an escort. Wouldn't it be easy for him to find a woman he really wants to be with? The thought of him being gay crosses my mind again, but I instantly rebut it because he doesn't seem to be. Something about the way he touched me told me he was enjoying it. I abandon that thought and focus on the rest of the guests seated at the table. Karl and Cameron are young and treating each other with great affection. He brings an appetizer to her mouth; she wipes the corner of her lips with her thumb. They kiss, they have done it several times, then whisper things in each other's ears and smile, looking into each other's eyes. “How long have they been dating?” Cameron asks before taking a sip of his Martini. I wait before I say anything. I know Decker must answer that any minute, before it