Remember that time your friend hired you a male escort? No? Just me then. He was supposed to be arm candy. A strong, sturdy presence to escort me to the party of my crush. Pity he isn't any of those things. But he is pretty, And funny. Charming. And determined to get into my panties. But he's also a liar. Because Will Travers isn't a male escort. But one of London's most eligible bachelors, My new neighbour, And a risk to my heart. So I might not...