Me: So you're name is, erm, Dermot Mulroney?

Dermot: Yeah, it's actually Irish—

Me: Ah huh. Could you hold on a sec. *takes out camera* *snaps a picture* okay, continue.

Dermot: okay… well. Anyway I heard you're doing another crossover movie/book story, so I'm here to lend a hand.

Me: Oh yes, I'd love for your hand to be lended. *winks*

Dermot: uh, okay. So do you own any of this?

Me: Nope the rights of the character names go to Ally Carter and bits of the plot goes to The Wedding Date people. Oh I almost forgot, you're going to need to take your shirt off.

Dermot: Why?

Me: Hey, I don't make the rules.

Hope you guys enjoy!

Chapter 2

"I hate this. I really really hate this."

I was pacing the living room of our apartment while simultaneously throwing back Tums. The chalky fruit flavor gave my stomach something to other than contract on itself. Macey was on the couch doing her toenails, while also studying up on a case.

"Would you relax already? It's going to be fine. You picked out the perfect guy. And the girl at the agency was very reassuring."

The girl was very reassuring. She made it seem like such a normal transaction like ordering takeout. She also assured me about the level of professionalism I'd get from the client—I made sure she knew that I wasn't looking for a good romp in the sac. I just needed someone who my mother would love and would delve up the green monster in Josh.

When I went down to the agency, they sat me down in front of a large screen, which played video profiles of the escorts. The guy I picked was in his late twenties. He had blonde hair, blue eyes, and basically looked like a golden retriever. He wasn't extremely sexy, but attractive enough that people would believe we were a couple. I couldn't walk in with some model and have everyone whisper about how it seemed weird I pulled someone so out of my league. This had not sat well with Macey.

"You're an idiot, Cammie. A gorgeous idiot." She was always complimenting me on how my hair always seemed to look as if I just got off a runway. I thought she was delusional. I was as plain as could be. I wasn't hideous or hard on the eyes, but I certainly wasn't going to be making my debut as a Victoria Secret model anytime soon. I just couldn't seem to lay off the Oreos.

"What if someone recognizes him at the wedding? They'll go up to him and be like 'hey, bud. You still prostituting yourself?' Then everyone will know, and I'll be forced to drown myself in the ocean," I said. I could really use about three shots of vodka, but I chewed up two more Tums instead.

"No one will recognize him," Macey assured.

I bit my nails. That wasn't even the worst scenario I could imagine.

"What's the guy's name again?" Macey asked. She was fanning her case file to dry her nail polish.

"Collin Davis. He used to be in real estate before the crash. Now he's in need of money," I responded. It felt less weird when the guy needed a legit reason for escorting. Not that I had any disrespect towards the business. People could make their money however they like as long as no one got hurt. I just couldn't stand the thought of picking some guy who thought he was God's gift to women and that's why he chose a job in that field. I didn't need some proverbial flirt who did nothing but make googly eyes in hopes I'd fish out the extra cash for some sexy time.

I glanced at the clock. It was time to go meet Collin for drinks. We had agreed to meet up and corroborate our lies. We were both too busy and the wedding was in one week. We wouldn't get to see each other until catching our plane at JFK. I was relieved when he agreed to meet, and he sounded very delightful over the phone. If he was as smooth as his voice, we'd have no problems with my family liking him.

I said my goodbyes to Macey.

"Okay, but if you're not home in two hours, I'm going to call the police," she shouted before I slammed the door. Apparently she wasn't as at ease about this business as she let on.

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I was rushing, throwing things into suitcases hoping they matched. I stayed late at the gallery last night and accidently slept through my alarm. I had about an hour until my flight left and I wasn't nearly packed. This just tripled my stress level. I should've been at the airport, through security, and sitting in the terminal thinking about every scenario of how this could all go horribly wrong.

Drinks with Collin went well. He was sweet and charming but not fake like some overstuffed assface. He seemed to understand my predicament. Apparently, his mother was as crazy as mine and to top it off he even had a fiancé who left him for another man. It was as if he was created for my situation. And what was really great was: I wasn't remotely attracted to him. This was another fear of mine. That I'd secretly fancy him and it'd be so obvious to him, and I'd look desperate.

My cell rang. The collar ID lit up as "Mother." I didn't have time to deal with her antics, but if it was something important I'd better pick up. I squeezed the phone between my ear and shoulder while frantically looking for my other black satin heel.

"Oh Cammie dear, you're not at the airport yet? I thought your plane left soon…" she sounded anxious, which only made me more anxious.

"I'll be fine, mother. I've got plenty of time. Is that all you called to say?"

"No actually. I need you to talk some sense into your sister. She's rather upset about the honeymoon details. Thomas wants to take her on this very expensive safari in Africa, but she's too afraid about the bugs."

I wanted to hurl my phone. If my only problem was what exotic place I was honeymooning I'd be the flesh form of happiness. But, I didn't want to upset my mother.

"Yeah, put her on." Where was that damn shoe?

"Cam-cam? It's me," her voice squeaked over the phone. I winced at the nickname.

"Belinda, mother told me you're being ridiculous about the honeymoon. What's wrong with—ah ha!" I had found my shoe.

"Oh Cam-cam, you know how I hate bugs. And a couple of the nights we're going to be camping out under the stars. Can you imagine all those crawlies?" She shuddered.

I moved the phone from my ear so I didn't actually scream at her.

"Belinda," I said, in a strained patient tone. "Africa is beautiful and romantic. I'm sure the bugs won't bother you."

"Oh I don't know. Maybe I'll just tell Tom I want to go somewhere else. He's got his heart set on it though, so he might be hard to persuade."

Typical Belinda. If she wasn't happy with something, it didn't matter who was. But, I suppose it was also her honeymoon. She should be happy with it as well.

"What are you doing the other days?" I asked.

"Oh we're staying at this extravagant hotel."

I sighed. Belinda was living the dream. Her husband was not only kind and caring, but also he was rich to boot. Their engagement story was a fairy tale. He took her to this bridge in Italy at sunset. The ring was an elegant princess cut that probably was on display at the Smithsonian at some point.

"Then Belinda, maybe you should do what he wants for half the week and what you want for the other half," I suggested. I closed my suitcase, and the clothes oozed out like jam in a doughnut. I jumped on it, hoping that extra weight I'd been carrying around since Christmas would finally come in handy.

"Mhmm I don't think so," she giggled. "If you'd just talk to him that'd be great."

I almost slipped off my suitcase.

"You want me to talk to him!" I exclaimed.

"Would you, Cam-cam? I'm just so busy and all planning this wedding."

"Uhh."

"Pleaseeeeeeee?"

"Sure," I sighed. You could never say no to Belinda.

"Thank you so much, Cam-cam. Love you! Bye!"

The phone dropped on my bed. Suddenly, I wanted to crawl under the covers and forget about this whole wedding ordeal. But, I still had packing to finish, a plane to catch, and a relationship to fake.

It took another ten minutes, and I was rushing toward the door. Just as I was throwing my phone in my carry-on bag, it rang. I didn't have time to deal with any more distractions, so I turned it off and threw it in my bag.

I had said my goodbyes earlier. Macey had wished me luck. Liz and Jonas were actually coming to the wedding since they both knew Belinda from school. They were taking a later flight after Liz's 3 o'clock class. They were going to miss the rehearsal dinner, lucky bastards.

The drive to the airport took about fifteen minutes. Security took another twenty. So, I was sitting at my seat downing champagne with fifteen minutes left to spare. Still, I couldn't relax the permanent knots in my shoulders.

Where is Collin?

I'd be a fraction less distressed if Collin was sitting in his seat rehearsing the lies I fed him. I kept glancing behind me at seat 3B. He should be here any…

All of a sudden, a gorgeous man distracted me. He wore a slim-fitting black suit that screamed expensive. His jaw was so square that I was sure God had hand-chiseled it himself. He had short brown hair, stylishly gelled. His eyes were a specific shade of green like the color when a beam of sunlight shines on a leaf. He walked down the isle like he owned the place and sat… right in 3B!

"Excuse me," I said suddenly. "You're in my date's seat." Might as well start the lie now.

He flashed me a million-dollar smile that was sure to make every girl within a thirty-foot radius faint. I'm ashamed to say I fluttered a little.

"I'm your date."

He held out his hand. Nice firm hands.

"Zachary Goode: you're new male escort.

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