It was a busy Wednesday at work and I was working with a massive hangover. I had a photoshoot scheduled at 9am, otherwise I probably would have spent the morning in bed with a venti iced coffee.
Countless details of the night before were replaying in my mind. I found myself daydreaming more often than I should have been, but I couldn’t help myself.
“Bianca, just please…Do not disappear from my life,” the doctor whispered before I left the hotel room at The Roxy.
“How could I?” I smiled back at him.
It was surreal that just six days ago I was tossing and turning at night, totally sleepless about making ends meet. And now, I had a man willing to take care of everything for me. And it seemed there might be more to this than just the financial benefit.
I was on such a high that I almost completely forgot I had another date on Thursday. A 50 something divorced attorney whose texts were bordering on desperate. I wondered if I should cancel. After all, the doctor had taken down his Making Arrangement profile. Did he expect me to do the same?
I knew he was leaving for London that night and that we would have a long distance relationship for a few days. Until Sunday at least. I decided to keep my date with the attorney. It would be good to have a distraction.
Our night replayed in my mind all day. I was on cloud nine. I didn’t even take the time to contemplate if the doctor was too good to be true…I simply didn’t care.