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Thanks
so much for hosting me on your blog today!
I’m
super excited about my first real Evernight release of the year.
A
short m/m that I just adored writing and hope you guys enjoy it too.
Blurb:
Nick is the most beautiful,
successful, amazing man—just ask his executive assistant Tayte.
Tayte’s been in love with his boss
from the moment he set eyes on him. But two years working with him and Tayte
isn’t even sure Nick is gay.
But it’s time for his contract
evaluation and Nick wants to give Tayte more than just a raise.
Excerpt:
“Hey, Tayte.”
The insipid voice of
Connor Turner bounced into Tayte’s brain and he suppressed the shudder that
rose. He lifted his gaze and took in the spectrum of color before him.
“Hey, Connor.”
Connor, who was the
assistant of Greg Scholl, the man just beneath Nick on the totem pole, flounced
up and rested his hip on Tayte’s desk.
“So… found out if Nick
is gay yet?”
Tayte forced a smile
to his lips and sat up straighter in his chair. He didn’t know, much to his
chagrin. Even if he did, he certainly wouldn’t be announcing it to the biggest
gossip in the building.
“Not my business,
Connor.”
Connor laughed and
winked. “I’ll take that as a no. You know, they say Nick only wants male
assistants because he has a super jealous wife at home who can’t handle the
idea of him having a hot secretary.”
Tayte inhaled sharply
through his nose and turned his smile up a notch.
“I haven’t encountered
a wife, but that doesn’t mean there isn’t one.”
And it was true. Tayte
hadn’t encountered any wives, girlfriends, no significant other at all.
However, that didn’t mean anything, since Nick received a lot of calls on his
cell, but after two years, Tayte was starting to think Nick was single.
But Hetero or Homo?
That was the million dollar question.
“I have heaps of work
to do, Connor, and I’m sure you do too.”
Connor giggled and
stepped back, his hips swinging as he moved back toward the lift.
“Oh, I’ve been working
since sunrise. You know how it is.” He winked and laughed, turning away without
waiting for Tayte to respond.
“No, but you certainly
do.” Tayte answered anyway, grinding his teeth in frustration for a minute. He
hated those sorts of guys. He didn’t mind effeminate gay men. Hell, he’d fucked
more than his fair share of them over the years. But guys that deliberately
acted ‘gay’ when it wasn’t their natural disposition just pissed him off. Not
to mention how much men, and women for that matter, who slept their way to the
top, and Connor was a prime example of that, really grated on his nerves.
“Well, you can get in
line behind me if you want Nick, Connor, because I’m not moving.” Tayte
muttered to himself and scanned over his list of daily jobs. Wow. Lucky Nick
was out of the office today, or he’d never get all that done.
He worked all
afternoon, not stopping when everyone else left at five. He really should go
home, but what was waiting for him there? Two idiotic housemates and a pile of
dirty washing.
“You could actually go
out. Get laid.” He muttered to himself once again, furious he wasn’t excited
about another one-night stand.
But how could he be?
Ten minutes with some random guy? Yuck, he’d had enough of that sort of life.
“You could, I’m sure.”
Nick’s voice boomed through the foyer and Tayte cried out as shock had him
jumping back from his desk, his heart leaping into his throat before settling
to pound against his rib cage as he looked up at his boss.
“Fuck, you scared me.”
Nick walked closer,
pulling at his tie and letting it hang on his shirt in a casual way.
“Why are you still
here, Tayte? You’re young and beautiful. You should be out getting your cock
sucked by some lovely little thing.”
Heat flowed up into
Tayte’s cheeks and he glanced down at his computer, quickly shutting down all
the open programs. He’d never heard Nick speak like that, and the crude words
were turning him on in a shameful way. Nothing better than a man who could talk
dirty.
“Ah, well, I had to
finish a few things and I, ah, l…lost track of time. I’ll g…get out of your way
and h…head home now though.”
Tayte was stuttering,
but he couldn’t help it. He was as embarrassed as the day his mother had found
him jerking off in the bathroom when he was fifteen.
“Don’t rush, if you
don’t have to go. Stay.”
Tamsin
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This looks good. Congrats, Tamsin.
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