“I’m not sure where you have been hiding, but they need to bring more girls like you. There are plenty of pretty girls but not enough intelligent ones.”
I smiled because that’s exactly what I needed to hear. Looks couldn’t be everything in a relationship, especially to me. I mean yes, my eventual partner would have to be attractive but as we age, that would fade. Our looks fade but our personalities do not.
At the end of the night, Shepard told me I was well received and already had clients talking. There were way more business dinners, art shows, and fundraisers than I thought in this city. We walked back to the limo and headed toward my place.
“Being beautiful pays off, you see.” He winked at me.
“Thanks.”
“But there is one thing.”
My heart started to race. Crap, what did I do wrong?
“Gita? The name sounds cheap. I know that’s not your real name.”
“It’s Lacey.”
He nodded in satisfaction.
“We’ll keep Lacey. No need to change such a pretty name.”
After that, he also explained I would have no issues finding work. The men liked that I could have a casual conversation with everyone without being awkward.
“I wouldn’t be surprised if they start fighting over you. I’ll send some requests over to you tomorrow for you to go through. Just email me back with your answer.”
We pulled up to the campus and said our goodbyes. I made it home to find Angela waiting up for me. She wasn’t back when I left.
“Where the fuck did you go? Is that my dress?”
I hoped she would be asleep, so I could just slip it back on the hanger and have it washed before she noticed. Angela didn’t take lightly to me borrowing her clothes.
“I had a date. I’ll wash it and put it back in your closet. No damage.”
Angela huffed at me and walked out of the room.
I took a shower and crawled into bed feeling fresh and clean. Tomorrow, I had to pick my first client.