I pay gigolos to sleep with me. I have my reasons... but they're not the ones you'd expect. For starters, I'm a funeral director running my father's business. Not exactly the kind of person you'd expect to fork out for lust and hardcore sex. Looking at me, you would never say that I am keeping this little secret. He is already part of me, like a second skin. The people I meet daily at funerals remind me that any relationship with a partner is doomed, and the best way to protect me from this pain is to pay to satisfy my sexual appetites without putting my feelings in danger... unfortunately with Sam I made a mistake that could cost me a lot. I confused him with the gigolo I paid to seduce me in a bar and take me to bed. And now I don’t know if I want to return to my paid adventures. The only thing I hope is that Sam doesn't discover this hidden part of my life...