Garden parties galore!

One of my favourite times of year is when the temperature rises a few degrees, and people say, “Ooh, spring is here.” Suddenly, there are garden parties galore. Today, I have been invited to three barbecues and two garden parties. The event organiser sent me the invitations via the wonder of cyberspace after seeing the glorious weather forecast for the next week. 

Funnily enough, Edward, or Teddy as affectionately known by his peers, had already invited me to a spring garden party at his friend’s gorgeous mansion in Hampstead, North London. I adore Hampstead, with its fabulous houses and luxurious apartments. I have to say I have frequented the area often due to my wealthy clients owning several apartment blocks there.

Teddy is a ‘new boy’ in terms of living in the fast lane. At the tender age of 29 (a mere child in technology marketing), he has certainly earned his right to be there. After graduating, he discovered a beneficial product, and before you can say “Dragon’s Den”, he had five billionaires biting his hand off to partner him in his exciting venture. To avoid being mistaken for a naïve and relatively non-experienced member of this elite gentlemen's club. Teddy looked upon my Agency Pink to prove he had the wit, knowledge and an elite London escort on his arm to keep up with the old boys.

Of course, I don’t mind either. Ted is gorgeous, great company and very charming. He has also taken me to many garden parties galore.  I've also been on groundbreaking business trips with him, so we both get a fantastic sense of satisfaction with a job/point well done/proven!

Strangely, Teddy and I have a great natural chemistry. And while I am paid to accompany him to functions and the like, it generally flows toward a late-night coffee. Whether it be a mid-afternoon date or evening. One thing I, as an agency escort, have learned in my time is that you have to have fabulous chemistry with the client. You will almost smell the pheromones as they radiate from their and your every pore.

So, after choosing a brilliant patterned crepe dress and a new pair of stunning high-heeled sandals, I was good to go for garden parties galore. I knew that tousled hair and smudged make-up could be the only way. Especially if we stumble across the greenhouse for a late afternoon encounter among the Chelsea Garden show's prize-winning peonies and my usual immaculate appearance is ruffled.

When nature calls…