Author: Louisa Masters
Title: Out of the Office
Stand-alone Novella
Genre: M/M Romance
Word count: 18k
Stand-alone Novella
Genre: M/M Romance
Word count: 18k
If only Dunc had known his challenging new job came with Paul Hanks, a man who redefines “stubborn.” They need to work together to meet targets, but thanks to Dunc’s idiot predecessor, Paul won’t take his calls or reply to emails.
There’s only one solution: travel across the country and confront Paul face-to-face. It’s time to take things out of the office.
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I
drop my keys twice before I manage to get my front door open. Paul laughs about
it, and I want to be embarrassed, but how can I be when
I’ve made him laugh?
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It’s
going to be so bad for me if he just wants to be friends.
“Just
dump your bag there for now,” I tell him, tossing the keys on the console next
to the door that I bought just for that purpose and dropping my laptop bag too.
“I’ll give you the twenty-cent tour.”
He’s
still grinning as he closes the door and drops his bags next to mine.
“Living
area and kitchen.” I wave at the open-plan space, which is actually a pretty
great size for an apartment in South Yarra, and then head toward the short
hallway. “Bathroom is here”—I open the door on my way past so he can see
it—“and this is the spare room-slash-office-slash storage room.” I hesitate,
then push open my bedroom door. “And this is my room.”
He
peers into the spare room, then saunters past me into my bedroom. Paul Hanks is in my bedroom, and his big, warm body
brushed against mine when he entered. My mouth is so fucking dry right now.
He
walks over to stand beside the bed and looks around. It’s nothing special,
really—bed, nightstands, dresser, wardrobe, rug. The view from the window isn’t
bad, but it’s not exactly a selling point either. At least I made the bed this
morning.
Turning
to face me, he raises an eyebrow. “Are you just going to stand there?”
For
a long moment, I don’t understand. Then he raises his hand to his shirt and
begins unbuttoning it, and awareness comes crashing in on me.
“Oh thank fuck!”
Louisa Masters started reading romance much earlier than her mother thought she should. While other teenagers were sneaking out of the house, Louisa was working out how to read romance novels without being discovered. As an adult, she feeds her addiction in every spare second, only occasionally tearing herself away to do things like answer the phone and pay bills. She lives in Melbourne, Australia, where she whines about the weather for most of the year while secretly admitting she’ll probably never move.
Find Louisa at www.louisamasters.com
