escort diary® of Milly Mason: Escort Diary: Milly – The Adventures of a Dinner Date
The city hums with life as I step out of the cab, my heels clicking against the pavement. Tonight’s rendezvous is at flower drum, one of the most exclusive restaurants in town. My client, Daniel, had requested an elegant yet relaxed dinner “Good food, good wine, and even better company,” as he put it in his message.
Inside, the atmosphere is intimate, the glow of candlelight reflecting off glasses of deep red wine. Daniel is already at the table, impeccably dressed in a tailored navy suit. He stands as I approach, his eyes lighting up in appreciation.
“Milly, you look stunning,” he says, pulling out my chair.
I smile, a practiced yet genuine warmth. “And you, as charming as ever.”
The evening unfolds with the smooth ease of two people who know how to enjoy the art of conversation. We talk about everything and nothing his latest business trip, an art exhibit I visited last week, the absurdity of a recent headline. His laughter is effortless, and I can tell he enjoys this escape from his usual routine.
The sommelier arrives with another bottle of wine, and I swirl my glass, watching the deep crimson ribbons dance against the crystal. Daniel leans in slightly.
“Tell me, Milly, do you ever get tired of these glamorous evenings?”
I tilt my head, considering my answer. “Not when the company makes it worthwhile.”
His grin tells me he likes that response. It’s part of the dance, after all a balance between authenticity and allure.
By the time dessert arrives a delicate chocolate soufflé we’ve settled into a comfortable rhythm. His hand brushes mine briefly as he reaches for his glass, and I see the flicker of hesitation. A silent question.
I take a sip of wine, letting the moment hang before offering him an easy smile. The night is still young, and there’s an art in knowing just how much to give while leaving something to the imagination.
As the evening draws to a close, Daniel walks me to the curb where my car awaits. He hesitates again, then simply clasps my hand and presses a light kiss to my fingers.
“Until next time, Milly.”
I watch as he disappears into the night, another chapter in my ever growing collection of dinner date adventures. Some fleeting, some lasting, but all a reminder that, in this world of carefully curated moments, connection, no matter how temporary, is always worth it
