The Escort

Look, I’m not going to lie and tell you life is all roses and champagne. Although as a high-end escort, I do get a lot of those. Do you know what else I get?

Dubious clients, stalkers, some really uncomfortable positions (and I mean that literally), not to mention the exhausting amount of lies I have to tell on a daily basis.

Thing is, beneath this whole veneer I’ve created, lives an everyday, almost pushing thirty, independent woman who wouldn’t mind settling down with someone who can handle her.

And by handle, I mean in all the ways.

I’ve considered my client, Tyler Walker, or the rich one as I’ve dubbed him on my phone. He’s kind and focused with a dominance that can make any woman le sigh.

Except, I’m somewhat hung up on my childhood love who is also my brother’s best friend. Complicated, right? Well, he’s all about that white picket fence and two point three children too, which isn’t exactly where I see myself any time soon.

I wish my choices ended there but you know what they say about third guy’s the charm? I’m sure someone says that somewhere. Well, my candy aisle stranger with his disarming smile and soulful eyes may be exactly what the doctor ordered.

Then again, I’m not exactly the expert on love, am I?