“The HEA is real, and spectacular. Highly recommend.” – V’s Reads
“Such an amazing story and would recommend this read to others. Well done Jay Northcote. You have another great hit in this book.” – Inked Rainbow Reads
“When you read the first chapter of a book and want to cry because you know it’s going to be everything you have been craving, it’s a win for the week!” – DiverseReader
This was probably one of the better office romance stories I have read.
When we meet Alec, he is looking for a stranger for the night. Usually, all it takes is a look or the crook of his finger and they come begging, but not this time. This time he’s set his sights on someone that’s a spitfire and is ready to make him work for it just a little bit harder.
After their encounter, Ed heads out during the night since he has a new job in the morning and he didn’t plan to stay anyway. Alec is a little grateful because he doesn’t do “sleepovers” usually.
When Ed goes to work the next morning, everyone is in for one heck of a surprise. So begins the typical office romance moments. The “It’s a bad idea”, “we’ll just ignore the giant elephant in the room”, and finally “screw it, I want you”.
The difference was, Alec spoke to me because you can almost FEEL his loneliness. The two men together created this beautiful dynamic. There was plenty of humor throughout this story as well as steam and tension. I had to give this story 4 stars for making me feel for these characters.
His companion was still watching him, seemingly waiting for him to make his move. Alec felt irrationally irritated. This wasn’t how it was supposed to go. Even though he only did it occasionally, picking up men was easy for Alec. Buying a drink was more than he usually bothered to do for the twinks he hooked up with when he was in the mood for a warm body to fuck. Alec was well aware of his own attractiveness and used it to his advantage. A crook of a finger, a tilt of his head, or even just a look was usually enough to make them come running.
But this guy didn’t seem to know the rules of the game.
“Strong, silent type, huh?” He suddenly grinned at Alec, all neat white teeth and dimples. “You could start by telling me your name. Mine’s Ed.”
“Alec.” He handed a note to the barman as he came back with their drinks. “Keep the change.”
“Cheers, mate.” The barman winked as he pocketed the tip.
Ed’s eyebrows lifted. “Change from a twenty? You must have money to burn.”
“Something like that.” Alec let his gaze rake deliberately down Ed, examining him from the front this time. His arms were still folded over his chest and his T-shirt had ridden up enough to expose a feathered line of hair on his belly, leading down to a nice-looking package in obscenely tight skinny jeans. “I hope you bottom?”
Ed blinked and choked on his mouthful of rum and Coke. Alec suppressed the urge to grin, enjoying the fact that Ed had momentarily lost his cool.
“I’ve been known to,” Ed replied, rallying. He licked his lips.
“Good.” Alec held his gaze, noting with satisfaction that Ed’s pupils had blown wide and his lips parted as Alec looked at them. God, he had a pretty mouth. Alec lifted his glass and downed his drink. The burn of the whisky tore through him and made his nerves tingle with anticipation. He needed a good fuck; it had been too long. “Drink up, then.”