I could feel adrenaline pumping through me as we pulled in. I wasn’t used to lying to my parents, especially not about something this big. I knew they would expect more details. I wished we had had more time in the car to go over things. Grant was being fairly nice, but I wasn’t ready to spend time with him just yet.

I put the business card he gave me in my wallet. Maybe later I would check it out, see if it went to his voice message, but for now I had other things to worry about. I worried about my parents. I worried about the hotel. I worried about money. I worried about carrying my luggage up. Before I knew it Grant had tipped the valet and took our suitcases out.

That was baffling. He had given the boy a seemingly large tip and I wasn’t expecting to see him spend a cent. I guess that is part of the money I gave him. It might as well be going to something good. Grant pushed our luggage inside. I felt like this was over kill but I didn’t mind. If I was going to pay that much for him I was going to make him work for it.

I could tell he was a little on edge too. I’m sure that even though he posed as a boyfriend for several people, he probably never had to go to a wedding. I don’t think that that was part of his values. Actually, I’m sure that is the exact opposite of his moral values. He didn’t strike me as a hooker at all. That’s probably why he used the word escort. I’m sure it wasn’t all fun, after all he was already hot but still had to order only a salad. He didn’t even get a dressing. I was having a hard enough time and it had only been a few days. I didn’t want to live life in his shoes.

He opened the door for me as I walked in. I couldn’t tell if he was just a gentleman or if he was laying it on too thick. I decided not to mind it too much. If Tom saw this he would know that this is how I should have been treated. I should have been shown nice things and I should have had chivalry thrown at me like a fish at a farmer’s market.

This hotel was ritzy and gorgeous, just like I would have expected my wedding’s hotel to be. I could tell now why Grant was dressed nice. I was embarrassed again but tried not to let it eat at me like it used to. I had already noticed a few people looking at me funny and decided that sunglasses were a good idea.

“Room for April Somerset.” I said. As the front desk person turned around, they greeted Grant with a firm handshake, ignoring me.

“So nice to have you with us again, Mr. Taylor!”

“How many times do I have to tell you to call me Grant?” Grant’s smile could light up the whole room. He was incredibly charming, and was apparently nice to all workers, not just people in charge of handling a car.

“Let us take your luggage up to your room.”

“That won’t be necessary.” They handed Grant the cards and told him to give the manager of the bar a certain card for free drinks. Grant leaned over and asked me if there was an open bar at the ceremony.

“I’m not sure.”

“We might need this after all, then.” He tucked it in his shirt pocket. I felt like a fool in my clothes, but at least I was seen with a high roller. As long as they associated me with him and didn’t compare us, I felt like I would be doing fine.

“Make sure no one finds out about your little job.”

“Everyone knows I run a hedge fund.” Grant eyed me as if to keep me from screwing myself over. Maybe he had more experience doing this than I gave him credit for. I was starting to get excited, apart from seeing Tom and his walking stick fiancée. If I could pull this off I could have a nice dirty little secret to take with me home as a souvenir. I had a whole new level of secrecy to swear people to.

He seemed much smarter than I gave him credit for, and he was incredibly friendly. I was trying to pick at him and find some flaws. It was getting harder and harder. I kept noticing my gaze focusing on his shirt, trying to find the outline of his abs. I can’t get carried away. I can’t sleep with him. This is just business. It isn’t worth the extra cash or the complication. I straightened my shirt out as we rode up the elevator, all our bags in a cart.

We got to our room on the 8^th floor. I was a bit upset as we stepped inside. I forgot to call ahead and ask for a double. There was only one bed in this room, and I didn’t feel comfortable enough to share. I didn’t think that over. That must have been the one detail I over looked. I hoped it was the one detail I overlooked. What else could I be missing? I sat at the edge of the bed and picked at my finger nails.

“So I made a mistake.”

“What’s that?”

“This room.”

Grant looked around the room and tried to understand what was wrong. “What’s missing from this room?”

“A second bed. I forgot to call ahead. I’m sorry. We can get a second room. I’m sure I could find a way to charge it to my parents or something.”

“I don’t think that works with our story. Not unless you have stingy parents.”

“Oh.”

“So do you have stingy parents?”

“No, not really.”

“So don’t worry about it.”

He wheeled our clothes in and put my suitcases on the floor. His followed and he began unpacking. I decided that as long as I’m here, I’m going to try to enjoy it. At least this room has a balcony. I could get some peace and quiet there. If things got bad enough, I could even jump. Was eight stories enough to kill a person?

“Aren’t you going to unpack?”

“What?” I turned back from the balcony to see all his clothes moving from his suitcase on the bed to the top drawer of the dresser. “Oh, no. I don’t unpack at hotels.”

“Why not?”

“It just means more packing up. It’s not like I wear everything I pack.”

He looked at my three suitcases and nodded. “Yeah, I guess that makes sense to me.” He was chuckling as he finished unpacking.

I don’t know why it was so strange to this man. I’m sure he frequently stayed at hotel rooms with women where no clothes were touched other than the ones that they threw off onto the floor. I didn’t understand him. He didn’t seem like he was judging me, or at least it felt like he didn’t have the grounds to. I hadn’t done any wrong to him. Well, except for lie about a skin condition, but that was it. I turned back to look at the ocean. It did look inviting. Maybe I would come clean, just so I could take a dip in it. It had felt good to be bad, though. I liked the thought of having a naughty weekend. I liked thinking that I was doing something that my parents hated without them knowing. I liked not having the consequences of an escort with all the advantage of a boyfriend. I was going to make this weekend my turning point. This is where I would start living life for me and by my own rules. I would please my parent this last time, and then after this I would give up caring what they thought. I was going to be the April of my internal desires and fantasies who didn’t take no for an answer and stopped letting people walk all over her.

“So what’s on the agenda? Just stay snug in this hotel room?”

“No, there will be an informal cocktail tonight. It will be on the terrace, so it should be a great view of the ocean. It’s for all the guests who are flying in tonight.”

“You mean your parents are purposefully putting you through another day of misery than they need to?”

“No one ever accused them of being nice.”

“Yeah, that’s unfortunate.” He changed ties and looked back at me, eyeing my outfit.

“What are you going to be wearing tonight?”

“Oh shit. I’m not sure.”

“Well, we have to match a little. I have some other ties if this one doesn’t match. What dresses do you have?”

All of them. Travis and I had gone shopping yesterday. I hadn’t lost much weight, but I was starting to get a tighter waist. To celebrate he took me on a bit of a spree, and we bought everything except for the store they were in. I could feel myself beginning to panic. I went back to gnawing on my finger nails. “I don’t know. I don’t know. What colors do you have? What do I wear?”

“Calm down.” He walk towards me and put his hands on my shoulders. I hate to admit it, but it did help me feel better. “How about you just show me what you’ve brought. That way we can decide together. Maybe it will help your confidence.”

“Okay, yeah. Maybe you’re right.”

“You don’t have a rash or anything do you?”

What a weird question. I was going to rebut but then I remembered the supposed skin condition of mine. “No. I don’t have a rash.”

“Okay, good. So there shouldn’t be a problem with what you wear.”

We were able to take out a lot of the dresses and limit it to three. One of them was a nude and black striped dress that had an empire waist and mock neck. It was floor length and probably the one I felt the most comfortable in. Dresses this size were like portable blankets.

“That’s good, but what else do you have?”

The next one was a knee length dress that made me feel regal. It was burnt orange and had a boat neckline. It was fairly plain other than the tuxedo paneling on the sides.

“Okay, what else do we have?”

This last one was the one I was the most terrified to try on. It was one of those classic “little black dress” dresses. It was slinky and fit me tight without being too snug. The neck was a deep plunge and showed off my newly pushed-up boobs. It was backless and required I wear either lace or nothing as far as underwear went.

“Gorgeous. This is the dress. I’ll wear this silk tie.”

“I don’t think I can actually wear this out.”

Grant stopped sorting through his bag and went to sit next to me. “Why, what’s wrong with it?”

“It shows off too much.”

“Are you kidding? This shows off the perfect amount. This dress is sexy while still being classy. This dress is bold. It hugs your curves, and it will drive him crazy. He will stay awake at night wondering why he ever left you. This is the dress that make men fantasize and women jealous.”

He was right. I should probably wear this dress if I wanted to make him jealous. It looked good on me, like really good. It looked like I hadn’t gained any weight in the first place. If I was going to be the new April, this would be the dress to wear tonight.

“Are you sure that striped one isn’t better?”

“That one is gorgeous, but this one is drop-dead gorgeous. Trust me, I’ve seen some beautiful women and this puts them to shame.” I couldn’t tell if he was being nice or genuine. I felt like he was hitting on me. I tried to keep myself from falling for him. It’s hard when someone is cute, nice, handsome, and supposedly very wealthy.

“Okay. Wear that tie. I’m going to do my hair and makeup.” I put on a smoky eye and curled my hair back. This was the most I could do without needing a crew to help. I stepped back out of the bathroom, make up done, hair done, and dress on. I saw his eyes. His draw literally dropped. He was being so sweet. He did one of those slow spreading smiles and I could feel my confidence slowly growing back.

“They say you aren’t supposed to wear white to a wedding, but they never warned me about black.”

“I can’t speak right now, you’re so gorgeous. How did I get this lucky? How did you need a date?” He did a cheesy wolf whistle and made me laugh. I was blushing a lot. I could just say it was my makeup. The little nagging voice in my head reminded me it wasn’t real, no matter how good it felt. I wanted it to be. I want to feel this good forever.