Chapter 5 Senior Citizen and An Epic Fail

"Where is he?" I mumbled to myself as I glanced down at the wall clock as I waited.

The escort hasn't even arrived, and my mother and Stacy were due to arrive at any moment. As the cheese cooked on top, I paced into the kitchen to check on the chicken Alfredo and smiled before closing the oven door. The meal was a last-minute solution because Henry had called to ask if I could meet a possible client and I had arrived home later than anticipated. Of course, I couldn't say no. Aside from using whole milk rather than skim, three different cheeses, and baking some garlic bread in the oven, this recipe was the fattest dinner I could come up with.

Try squeezing in your dress after tonight, I thought menacingly as I secretly thanked the cooking program from which I had obtained the recipe for the devilish version of a delicious dish. There was a knock on the door as I set the oven mitts down.

He's must be here here!

As I skipped forward towards the door, I stopped and straightened up my favorite evening dress in black with some golden details. The material was breathable but tight enough to drawing emphasis on the drop between my breasts and a deadly pair of stilettos. My hair was held back on one side by a golden clip, leaving one side of my neck uncovered and drawing attention to my cleavage. My makeup was subtle, save for the red lipstick that brought focus to my pale face. This wasn't my usual manner, but if I was going to get away with it tonight, I had to make sure he kept an eye on me.

I opened the door and ready to meet the man when I noticed a face I hadn't anticipated.

Ethan.

Why is he even in this place? His too attractive stance caused my eyes to widen. Is he the escort?

"Woah, look at you all sexy," he said with a flirtatious wink.

"Please tell me your not who the agency sent over," I muttered as I took in his untamed appearance. He was wearing a pair of grey trousers and a black v-neck t-shirt, and his hair was sticking out in various directions-probably from the chick he had gotten dirty with earlier. However, this gave him an unmistakably seductive atmosphere, and the jerk was well aware of it.

"What? No I came over to ask if you could lend me your parking lot card cause I lost mine and my ride is downstairs," he informed me.

"Sure," I replied, moving away before he noticed the heavy flush on my cheeks. Quickly entering my bedroom, I dug through my purse and pulled out the green striped card that unlocked the entrance leading to the apartment's parking lot.

I let out a lungful of breath, shaking my head at my silly outburst at seeing Ethan. For a little moment, I believed he was the man the agency had sent over, which was not at all what I had requested.

I explained to the agency that the man had to be mature, without piercings or tattoos, and dressed appropriately. I went on to say that any guy who was a "free spirit" or those individuals who partied every day were not my type. This man had to be the opposite of Ethan-mature, well-groomed, and well-mannered. Although it took longer than usual, the agency was able to meet my requirements.

Stepping out of my room I noticed Ethan talking to someone by the door.

No! When I noticed an elderly man staring at me as if I had two heads, I pulled Ethan back while running as quickly as I could in the small heels I was wearing. I let go of Wes' arm with a sigh of relief, happy that he wasn't speaking to my mother and Stacy.

After gathering myself, I grinned at the elderly man, who was about sixty without his round glasses and the brown striped vest he was wearing.

"Can I help you, sir?" I asked.

"Yes I'm looking for Sophia McAdams," the man replied his voice a soft whisper.

"That's me," I said. Please tell me he isn't the mature man I asked for.

"I'm Frank, and the agency sent me over for your dinner party," The old man grinned revealing his wrinkles and a missing tooth on the side of his mouth.

The senior man's statement caused my smile to fade and my eyes to enlarge abnormally. No, it's not possible; this has to be a cruel joke. I shook my head and cast my eyes over the elderly man in the hopes that he would chuckle and step aside to expose the true escort.

"There must be a mistake I asked for a man who is mature yet charming not my grandfather." I said.

"Not many young fellows fit your list so Melvin picked me for your requests" the old man replied. Shaking my head, I observed the man's appearance and was horrified. My mother and Stacy would be there any moment to meet my so-called lover, and this is what I'd give them? an elderly man with baldness who looks like my great-uncle Ralph.

"I can't introduce you to my mother," I said, not caring if I sounded rude. I was stressed and being grumpy was inevitable.

"Why not?" the man asked his smile dropping.

"Sir, I don't mean to offend you but you're clearly three times my age!" I exclaimed, indicating to him as though he was unaware of his age.

"With age comes experience." he said with a wag of his hairy eyebrows that were long enough to braid.

"No I.. . Just no." I pushed the man into the hallway and closing the door, I settled on the two-letter phrase.

I leaned against the door and put my fingers at my temples while I tried to breathe slowly, which felt impossible because I was panicking.

They sent an old man over, an old man! An elderly man was sent over by them. I can almost hear Stacy laughing as she tells everyone the story of how her lonely sister had to pay a man to pretend to date her, and not just any man, a man old enough to be my grandfather's best friend. What if my mom or Stacy came up and saw him?

Beyond belief that he had seen what he had done, I intentionally pushed past him and struck his shoulder.

Humiliated.

Beyond words that he had witnessed what he did I pushed past him purposely hitting his shoulder.

"You hired an escort," he chuckled.