The One That I Want

Previously released as part of the Encore Anthology

Blurb…

Jason escapes into the magic of a Broadway play every weekend. Musicals always have a happy ending and for a few hours he can believe there’s a happy ending waiting for him, too. When the tall drink of water who works on the top floor of Jason’s building, wants to take him on a date, Jason is surprised. After all, Jason is awkward and skinny, and sees himself as a boring accountant, while Paul is tall, dark, and incredibly hot.

Despite Jason’s reservations, Paul and Jason start dating and attending the shows Jason adores. But if Paul likes musicals as much as Jason, why does he always doze off? Is Paul leading a double life? Does he have a wife tucked away somewhere?

Jason knows Paul is hiding something and when the secrets come out, Jason finds his fantasy comes to life, right there on the stage.

Excerpt…

Like clockwork, the tall, dark, and unbelievably hot guy stood waiting for the elevator. I saw him nearly every morning at 8:55 a.m. I didn’t know what floor he went to but it was somewhere above my third floor, shoe-box-sized cubicle.

I tried not to look at him, I did, but my eyes had a mind of their own. I drank in the sight of his polished black dress shoes, his muscular thighs, and slim hips covered in a gray pinstripe. Today he wore a crisp, salmon-pink business shirt finished off with silver cufflinks. His matching gray jacket that emphasized his broad shoulders had my mouth drying up like the freaking Sahara.

When I reached his chiseled jaw and lush, perfectly formed lips, my dick twitched and I was pretty sure I was drooling. Our eyes met and tall, dark, and drop-dead-gorgeous grinned and winked at me.

Oh my god! What the hell was wrong with me? I’d been beaten up for less. I averted my gaze to the floor and willed the elevator to hurry the hell up. Mr. Gorgeous chuckled quietly next to me. What was he doing? Baiting the queer, awkward accountant?

After what seemed like an eternity, the elevator arrived and about a thousand people tried to enter. I could feel the warmth of his body through my shirt as he pressed up behind me in an effort to get into the elevator. My knees almost buckled and he chuckled again, right next to my ear.

Did he just sniff me?

Surely not. The man could have anyone he wanted, why would he be sniffing me?

I tried to ignore the hand on the small of my back as he guided me to the rear of the elevator, but the heat from it seemed to be connected to my cock. My heart thundered in my ears. The elevator was too small; I couldn’t get enough air in my lungs, and I was pretty sure I’d pass out from lack of oxygen before I got to my floor. Maybe I should start taking the stairs.

“Forty-two please.”

God, even his voice was perfect. At least I knew where he worked now. Connor and Markham was the only company on the top floor but I couldn’t remember what they did. Lawyers, marketing? Something that suited his designer suit, anyway. I’d never belong to those lofty heights