The clock on the church tower chimed one. I looked at the gold Rolex watch on my wrist; a present from a long standing client. I didn't want to be late. I usually liked to make clients wait for just a few minutes before I made my grand entrance, however this was one client I didn't want to upset. The bar was just around the corner overlooking Berkeley Square in Mayfair. It was one of those fashionable places, with just a discreet brass plaque adorning the black door giving any clue to the private members club that lay behind. I was meeting a new client for lunch, and I could feel the excitement rising as I rounded the corner to come face to face with the famous plane trees, said to be the oldest in central London; an excitement which didn't seem to wane even though I'd been working as an escort for Diva Escorts in London for almost a year.