After a couple of years drifting through the party circuit, I’d picked up more than enough about business etiquette. People think we’re all just pretty faces on a man’s arm, but honestly, half the job is knowing when to nod, when to laugh, and when to let him feel like the smartest man in the room. That night in Chelsea, it was David who needed me. New client, a little shy, wanted someone who could blend beauty with brains.
We met in a small restaurant beforehand. He pulled out my chair, hands fidgeting as if he didn’t quite know what to do with them. His hair was greying at the temples, his shirt stretched a bit over his belly, but there was something sweet about the way he kept trying to start sentences and stopping short. I could tell he was wound tight. So I leaned forward, tried to make it easy. Asked about the event, teased him a little, reminded him it’s all about knowing the right ways to flirt with a room without making it obvious. That got him smiling.
The party itself was a company merger, which he described as “more torture than celebration.” I laughed at that, and promised I’d carry some of the weight for him. My dress—a deep green satin with a slit I almost regretted when I first saw myself in the mirror—suddenly felt worth it when he turned up at my door and just stared. “You look… breathtaking,” he managed. I nearly rolled my eyes at how nervous he still was, but it came out endearing more than anything.
Walking into the venue with him was like flicking a switch. Eyes turned, his colleagues whispered, and I could feel his spine straighten. I did the introductions, smoothed over awkward pauses, kept him laughing when the wolves circled too close. And through it all, I remembered why I love this part of being a GFE Escort. It’s not about being arm candy—it’s about letting a man feel he can breathe easier, that he’s got someone on his side.
By the end of the night, he looked lighter. Maybe even proud. He squeezed my hand as if he wanted to say more, but didn’t. And that was enough.
If you want to know where trust can take you when nerves give way to curiosity, then follow me into An Adventurous Night in Notting Hill.