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this evening, so I’ll reimburse you what you would have made tonight. I wouldn’t want you to be out of pocket.”
Will froze. His eyes narrowed. The cold expression on his face made Blake’s heart stutter in his chest. “Will? What have I said?”
Will locked eyes with him. He stared at Blake in silence for so long that Blake started to worry.
“Thank you very much. You just made me feel like a whore.” The words were delivered in a flat tone, but Blake saw him swallow, saw a shiver ripple through him.
Blake’s jaw dropped, his eyes growing wide. “What?” He didn’t understand.
Will’s jaw clenched. “You don’t have a fucking clue what I had planned for tonight. And by saying that, you made it sound like that’s all I do. Fuck guys.” He gritted out the words. “Well, fuck you.” Will got up off the sofa and strode into his office, slamming the door shut behind him.
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    At last Will looked him in the eye. “Just so you know —not that it’s any of your fucking business—tonight I was supposed to be at the LGBT youth shelter in Charing Cross. I go there once a week and hang out with the kids. We play pool, watch TV, chat mostly.” He stared resolutely at Blake. “You don’t know me, Mr. Davis.”
    Blake wasn’t going to stop, not now Will was speaking to him. “Then come back to the sofa, sit down, and talk to me. Tell me.” Will’s jaw was still clenched. “ Please , Will.” He could have wept with relief when Will finally nodded, and the two men went back to Blake’s sofa. Will sagged against the cushions, Blake sitting beside him. For a moment neither of them spoke. Will stared up at the ceiling as he finally started to speak.
    “You don’t know the whole story,” Will began. “So maybe I should explain something which might make it a little easier.” He shook himself. “Christ, I swore I was never gonna let you know any of this, but…. When I took on the job at J’s, it was as an escort. I escort a lot of women to functions, balls, stuff like that. They feel safer knowing they’re with a gay guy who isn’t going to hit on them at the end of the night.”
    “I can understand that.” Blake couldn’t take his eyes off Will. The man had a haunted expression about his face. Will scrubbed his hand over his cheek.
    “Then about a month before you and I…” Will flushed and cleared his throat. “A month before your birthday, Jenny asked me if I would consider doing a little more than just escorting. It didn’t take me long to work out she meant sex. For reasons I’m not about to go into right now, I wasn’t keen on the idea, not even remotely—until she mentioned what I would be earning. Let’s just say it was a lot more.” His eyes met Blake’s for the first time in what was obviously a painful confession. “I said yes.” The words were whispered. Blake reached across and grabbed hold of his hand, holding it tightly. Will gave him a grateful look before continuing with his story, his voice growing steadier.
“Well, a few weeks went by and I carried on as an escort. I tried not to think about what I’d agreed to do. Until one day Jenny rings me up and asks how I would feel about having sex with this really nice guy by the name of Blake.”
    Blake stared. “I was your first client?” Will nodded. “Wow. And there was me thinking you must have been doing this for a while, you were so confident and assured. I’d