The First Real Thing — Cat Grant

My name's Cameron. And I'm a male escort. I'm the best, and most expensive, at what I do. I have one rule -- never let anyone in. In five years of hooking I've never picked up the wrong guy. But when I met Toronto ad man Trevor Barclay in a Manhattan bar, his soft green eyes and shy smile drew me right in. When I discovered the error I had made, I should have written it off as a mistake and moved on. But memories of the steamy encounter we shared in his hotel room continued to haunt me. I never should have agreed to see him again, but from that very first night he worked his way under my skin and into my heart. I can't stop thinking about him. But how can I tell him the first man he's been with in sixteen years sells himself for a living?