The scent of my signature perfume surrounds me as I walk naked from my bathroom to my bedroom. I want to take more care than usual with my body, my hair and makeup in preparation for my lunch with that mysterious man, the higher up in Hard Pressed.

In my anxiousness to get to know him, I'm not even sure I got his name. How embarrassing. I'm going to have to find it out somehow without appearing too obvious.

As it is I've ripped through my entire closet trying to find the perfect outfit. Not only is this guy in a position of power where he might be able to help my career, but he's fucking hot.

He's like six foot five of pure male muscle. I long to have his strong arms and his hard body wrapped around me. He's all I’ve thought about since I met him yesterday.

There's something brooding about him that I find completely irresistible. He stares at me with a level of intensity that nobody ever has.

It’s part of why I'm determined to make a really good impression at lunch and prove myself worthy of his attention. I'd give anything for this date to turn into something more. So I’m dressing the part.

I pull on a tight, red leather skirt and a sleeveless white silk top. I have the body to wear just about anything, one of the perks of being a model, even a struggling one.

I slip on some designer heels that I purchased on consignment. It's hard to make rent, let alone go shopping.

I apply fake eyelashes and a swipe of red lipstick before tossing my hair and setting out to meet him at this restaurant called Blackwell's.

It's not a place I could afford on my own normal budget, but I'm anticipating he'll splurge for the bill. Even if he doesn't, I need this meeting, both for my career and for my underserviced sex drive.

Just then my best friend Lindsay calls on the phone.

I tap the phone to answer. "Hey, Lindsay…yeah, I'm just getting ready for my date with that guy. You know what’s crazy? I didn't even catch his name."

I put her on speaker so that I can finish getting ready.

"Well, from what you already told me, it sounds like you're more interested in his body than his name," she laughs.

"Hey,” I say with a laugh of my own. “I mean, you're right. He’s crazy fucking hot. But I’m interested in more than just sex.”

“Yeah,” Lindsay says, and I can practically hear her smirk. “A job.”

She’s right. That’s most important. But I can’t help thinking about all the possibilities of what could come from this date. He was so charming, and it seems like he’s into me, but he also seems like the kind of guy who could get any woman anytime he wants, and he probably does. I need to keep my head on straight.

"Well, first things first, you have to find out the size of his package." she's laughing really hard now.

"I'll give you that," I laugh. "But judging by the size of his body, his package has gotta be huge."

For a second my eyes glaze over with the image of how big his cock must be. I hope I get a chance to not just touch it but to taste it too.

God, this guy has me infatuated. I can't help but think of him like this. I'm almost giddy, and that’s crazy because normally I don't get like this about men.

"Lindsay, I gotta go. My date's in like fifteen minutes and I still have to make my way downtown."

"Okay, girl, I want notes on everything."

"You got it."

I find a nearby car on an app on my phone and wait curbside for it to arrive. It's New York City so nothing takes long, but least I have a couple moments to just breathe in the city and to contemplate what's ahead of me. I'm really nervous for this date. That never happens to me. Normally I'm fully confident in everything I do.

The car arrives and I get in and have him take me to Blackwell's. The driver gives me a strange look, taking in the way I'm dressed, and I wonder if he knows that I can't really afford a place like that?

It's no matter. I can fit in wherever I go. It's one of my myriad of talents, I just need to draw on that inner confidence.

The drive downtown does me good. I never tire of seeing what's going on in the city. NYC has such an infectious air of excitement and venture. I love living here.

Pretty soon the car pulls up to the restaurant. It's on a corner and it's the kind of place that screams you better have a membership or you're not getting in here.

I pay the driver and he peels out, anxious to get to another client. I prepare myself to see this mystery man once again.

I walk up to the hostess like I own the place.

"Hi, I'm Allie Baldwin," I say. "I should have a reservation here with...someone."

I feel so embarrassed that I don't even know my date's name. I probably can’t even get in here without it. What am I gonna do? Hopefully, he sees me standing here and rescues me. Hopefully, he's arrived first.

"Oh, I'm sorry," the hostess says insincerely. "Your name's not on the list."

With that, she turns her back on me and I feel like absolute rubbish. No one likes to get turned away from an upscale restaurant. What was he thinking inviting me here without giving me his name?

I walk back outside, but it’s freezing standing on the sidewalk in my little skirt. Fuck. What am I gonna do now? Well, I either have to call another car and not have this date that I really need to have or I have to stand out here waiting until he comes to find me. Either way, it's not a good look.

Just as I'm wondering what to do my phone pings and I notice there's a text...from him.

Hi, it's Xavier. Where are you? You're not here at the restaurant.

Xavier? So that's his name. What is he even talking about? Also, how did he get my number? I’m sure it’s available somewhere within the company. I try not to read too much into the fact that he took the time to find it.

But seriously, this is the restaurant we clearly discussed yesterday. There must be some confusion.

I tell him as much.

Hey Xavier. I'm here at the restaurant Blackwell's where we discussed the meeting. Have I somehow gotten the name wrong?

I wait impatiently. I'm standing on a street corner in front of Blackwell's looking very cold and very out of place. I know I've gotten the place right because he was very specific about it.

No. You've got the wrong place. I’m at The Amsterdam uptown.

Oh my God. No way.

I know he never mentioned that to me. I don't want to insist that I'm right and start an argument before we’ve even had our meeting, though, so I order another car and get in to make my way uptown.

I only hope this hasn’t ruined my chances with Xavier.