The First Real Thing

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 shoul