Ian's POV
Despite the fact that this was a fake date, I felt nervous as I made my way to Hailey's apartment. I had dressed in my black slim suit, black button-up shirt, and shiny black dress shoes and slicked my hair back to reveal my face a bit more. A fancy car from my workplace had been sent to chauffeur me to the event, which was awfully kind of them. The driver, Brad, and I made friendly conversation during the ride to Hailey's penthouse, helping the time pass by quickly. My palms were sweaty as I knocked on her door, and I couldn't shake off the jitters of a first date. But when Hailey opened the door, her stunning beauty took my breath away, and my heart skipped a beat.