In the advertising business, Harris Desmond is notorious for his bad boy attitude, but behind that arrogant front hides a sensitive soul. Weeks away from launching his first perfume for men, Erebus, Harris dreams of success and finally emerging from his painful past. Weeks before the launch party, Harris's friend suggests he contact an escort agency to hire a date for his big night. Of course, Harris has his reservations about the idea, but the last years of casual encounters and failed relationships have left him feeling lonely. He secretly longs for someone special who'd understand him and all of his faults. When the agency sends him his date, Pallas, Harris gets a lot more than he paid for. Sweet and vulnerable, Pallas cuts through Harris's heart like a clean blade. But Pallas is chasing a dream, running on empty and caught in a downward spiral. He wants to give Harris his heart, yet after years of seeing the ugly side of people, he fears there's nothing left of it to give. But Harris knows the secret of scents, and he and Pallas are the perfect accord.

Cling to Me

Harris leaned his hands on the bar top, watching him as though he could see right through his fake bravery. “I’m slowly figuring you out, my little god of war, and what you do, this never-ending race to the finish, well, that’s what it is—a never-ending race. There’s no real goal. It’s the control you like. The idea of the next hit. The next hundred dollars. That’s what keeps you going. That false sense of security you get every time you decide when and where and who and how much.” He paused, obviously measuring his next words. “Everything you loved, everything you cherished, was always taken from you. But this, this life you lead, it gives you a sense of control. It’s only a sense, Jude. it’s not the real thing. It’s a fucking paradox, can’t you see?You’ve never been less in control.”


Chapter 51