The Billionaire Revelation

"Tessa, I know you think I'm a gigolo, but the truth is—" Gideon began, his gray-blue eyes locked intensely on mine. The ambient noise of the café—the hiss of the espresso machine, the low murmur of morning conversations, the clinking of ceramic mugs—seemed to fade into a muted hum. He was clearly preparing to drop a massive confession, his broad chest rising with a deep intake of air. The intense