Daniel sighed as he tapped his fingers on the steering wheel, glancing at his watch for what felt like the 10th time in the last minute. His work as a chauffeur meant keeping to a very strict timetable, especially in a massive and crowded metropolis like London. He had been working in this manner for a year now, and was yet to be late. This spotless record meant he quickly went from driving around some low-level banking sector executives with egos the size of a Jumbo Jet to driving A-List actors, singers and other famous people one could group up in the "celebrity" category. However, even with the change in clientele, some habits seemed to never change.
Like, for example, missing the deadline on the pick up.
Daniel groaned as he exited the car - a sleek, black Mercedes S-Class - and moved up to the doors of the house tonight's client was supposed to live in. According to the email he got from the firm beforehand, her name was Hayley Atwell - an actress, now mostly known for her role as Peggy Carter in the Marvel Cinematic Universe. The assignment actually made Daniel a little more excited than usual. He had heard very positive things about her from other drivers - how she would always be there right on time, not be a diva and even engage with some small talk or even longer, pleasant conversations - something quite rare in the current times. It also didn't hurt she was a very beautiful woman - all luscious curves and tonnes of sexappeal, looking like a pin-up model someone would paint on a bomber during World War 2. That last part, of course, wasn't important in the context of his job, but in private, Daniel would admit he had developed at least a little crush on her, evidenced by the fact he had fantasized about her a few times while wanking himself off.
As he approached the door, his mood starting to sour, they suddenly swung open. Daniel stopped walking, just a few steps from the entrance as a woman quickly turned around to lock it. He quickly rearranged himself into a proper position - arms crossed in front of his chest, his legs spread a little - as the woman turned around.
Daniel had to bite himself hard on his tongue not to let out a gasp. While he knew Hayley was a gorgeous movie star, internet pictures didn't prepare him for what he just saw. She looked absolutely stunning - her face elegant and looking like chiseled by a master from finest marble, her brown eyes warm and welcoming. What did really make him feel a little tingle in his groin was her outfit - a black, almost sheer evening gown, extending all the way to the ground, with a massive, plunging neckline showing quite the amount of skin. He could clearly see she wasn't wearing a bra, her breasts clearly visible through the material. He shot a quick look to her chest, hoping she didn't notice, before looking back at her face.
"Miss Atwell." He spoke, putting on his best customer service voice. "My name is Daniel, I will be your chauffeur for the night."
"Good evening, Daniel." She replied, her tone apologetic. "So sorry I'm late, the damn makeup took me far too long than I planned to. My mistake"
"No problem, madam." He answered, already pleasantly surprised. Most other celebs wouldn't even acknowledge him at first, let alone admit to a mistake on their part. "Shall we?" he continued, gesturing towards the parked car.
"Of course. Lead the way." She replied, quickly throwing the house keys to her clutch.
Daniel took off, an extra spring in his step as he approached the car, opening the back door. Hayley slid inside gracefully, unwittingly giving him another look at her spectacular cleavage. As she settled in he shut the door, and then moved back to get into his own seat, trying to recompose himself after what he just saw.
Jesus, dude, chill. It's not like she'll take you to bed or anything. He thought as he strapped himself in and turned the Sat-Nav back on, driving off towards the destination - Grosvenor House Hotel.
"Again, I'm so sorry about the delay." Hayley then spoke again. "I hope we can still make it."
"Not at all, Ms. Atwell." Daniel replied, looking back at her through the rear-view mirror. "I think we should still be there on time." He wasn't lying - while there was a delay, he knew a few shortcuts that would allow him to reach the hotel right on schedule.
"Thank God." she replied, clearly relieved. The last thing I need now is a phone call from my agent about being late to some meeting there."
"I can understand that." Daniel said, a little smile on his lips as the drove along, mindful of the maze of streets and any dangers that could lurk along.
"Although the last thing I want is to have to sit through some boring, idle chit-chat about how my career could use a boost." Hayley spoke, looking out of the window. "Without even asking me if I would like that."
"Is that so?" Daniel asked, trying to continue the conversation. It was a rarity that his clients would be so talkative as Hayley was being now - most of them either ignoring him, sitting glued to their phone screens or not progressing over the most basic of small talk.
"All the bloody time." She replied, sighing. "I'm quite happy with what I have now. Especially since I do know what it can be like up there."
"Really?"
"Yes." She continued. "How you almost lose a role because you refuse to lose weight or how you're fresh out of acting school and you get a role in a movie directed by an A-List pervert. Great, isn't it."
Daniel stayed silent, not really knowing what to respond. The silence hung in the air like a thick curtain for a few seconds, before Hayley spoke again.
"Oh, sorry, I think I went a bit too dark there. Excuse me."
"No problem, ma'am." Daniel replied, looking back at her in the mirror. "It's not often I get to drive someone as talkative as you, Miss Atwell. You're probably the first one that I'm having a proper conversation with."
"Really?" She replied, her eyebrow arching. "I guess there is a first time for everything, then." She then added, her lips curving up in a smile.
Daniel nodded in reply, checking the Sat-Nav again. They were still a bit far from the hotel, but thanks to the traffic being surprisingly light by London standards, they could even make it on time without having to resort to shortcuts. Daniel relaxed into the comfortable seat as he drove along.
"So..." Hayley then spoke again after a moment. "...how are we looking?"
Gorgeous. He thought before steering his mind back into the conversation.
"Good. Traffic is light so we might be there even before it all starts."
"Very well." she replied, her fingers tapping against her clutch. "So, Daniel, how are you doing today, by the way?"
"Fine." He replied. "All things considered. Why do you ask?"
"Well, In burdened you a little with my thoughts, so I guess it would only be right for me to listen to you now." She responded, splaying her hand over her thigh.
"I guess it makes sense." He replied as he neared the destination, crossing the intersection onto the home stretch. "But, no, everything is fine. Job's good, life's not bad. Not much to complain about."
"Mhm." She replied, nodding along. "Private life?"
"I'm sorry?" He spoke, not really understanding what she was asking him about.
"Girlfriend giving you problems? Or boyfriend if you're into that sort of thing?" she continued on, Daniel noticing a little twinkle in her eye as she spoke.
"Ummm... I'm single. And straight, if that matters. Had a few quick hook-ups earlier, but nothing stuck." He replied, swearing he saw her lips curve up into a sly smile.
"Okay." She replied, a smirk now clearly forming on her lips. "Why didn't they stick?"
"Don't know." He replied, his eyes darting down to her cleavage again and back to her face in the mirror. "Everything seemed fine and then they were the ones who broke them off."
"Their loss, I guess." She replied, as Daniel started to maneuver the car into the drop-off spot, already seeing cameras flash from behind the barriers. It didn't take long before he reached the position and stopped.
"Miss Atwell, we're here." He spoke, straightening out his jacket and then checking his watch. "Just on time."
"Very good." She replied, giving herself one last look-over. "I'll call the firm when I need a pick-up."
"I'll be waiting. Have a nice evening" He replied as he exited the car and moved over to her door, opening it. She then gracefully stood up and moved out, the sound of flashes picking up the instant she was outside.
"Thank you. You too." she replied before moving away towards the entrance, already turning towards the photographers to give them a full view of herself.
Daniel then closed the door and moved himself back into the car, driving off to the designated parking space.
That wasn't so bad. He thought to himself.
The next few hours passed peacefully. After parking the car, Daniel socialized a little with other drivers, swapping stories of horrible clients and the weirdest of stuff that he ever witnessed in the back of the car. Afterwards, he busied himself a little cleaning the car, before driving off to get some food. After a solid dinner, he drove off back to the hotel, waiting for the call.
It came exactly three hours after he dropped off Hayley at the hotel. He was checking his phone for new emails when it buzzed in his hand, the number of the dispatch displaying on his screen..
"Yes?" he spoke, taking the call."
"Miss Atwell has called. She's waiting."
"On my way." He replied, ending the call and starting the engine. A short drive later he emerged back at the red carpet, now mostly deserted save from a few celebrities and random journalists, all waiting for either their limos or their cabs. He spotted her quickly - standing on the edge of the carpet with a phone in her hand. He flashed his lights for a second as he approached, her head turning as he did so. He saw her lips curve up into a smile as he pulled up to her and exited the car.
"Miss Atwell." He spoke as he opened the door for her.
