It's big, it's bad, and what's best? He's British. For years I worked my ass off to make my bakery a success. This means I had no time for fun or pleasure. Dates? Forget it! Not that any of the guys I'd dated in the past would have been worth it. One word about my secret fantasies and they'd run away. I'm a grown woman with needs. So when my best friend suggests that I call a "pro" to help warm up my empty bed, I grit my teeth and do it. It also helps that the guy I'm chatting with online is incredibly hot. When he shows up at my place doors, looking even sexier in person, I finally understand what it's like to feel weak in the knees. I want that bad British boy. He's deep inside me, in more ways than one. And that's a huge problem. Because as good as Caleb is in bed, I'm sure our connection is just a game. He's a "pro", after all. It's his job and nothing more. Only after more time we spend together... I'm less and less sure about it. Does he really want to turn all my dreams into reality? Or is it all a sham?