About What Not to Wear
by Clare London
50 pages / 11250 words
ISBN: 978-1-60370-364-2
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Beckett and Doug work together, travel together, live together… play together. And they’re easily distracted by their desires, wherever they happen to be. The work week starts normally for the newly promoted Beckett, but that’s soon disturbed by his lover's sexual provocation. As each day of the week passes, Doug’s behavior, and the slogan on his T-shirt, gets increasingly outrageous. Add in his equally outrageous libido and the two men’s fascination for sex in risky places, and their career prospects are soon completely out of control!
Sample
The elevator lurched up from the lobby, shaking the
passengers against each other. "Disgraceful overcrowding," someone
grumbled at the front of the car. Phrases such as 'infringement of civil
liberties' and 'invasion of personal space' were muttered elsewhere. A
man near the front of the car insisted he was on his way to speak to
Health and Safety about the building's access provisions, though his
voice was rather muffled against the faux fur collar of another woman's
coat. Beckett glared at Doug, who was nodding in sober agreement with
all of the complaints, especially from the woman whose toe Beckett had
squashed.
They stopped at the fourth floor and the doors slid open. Several people
stumbled out, and the others sighed with relief. Moving around in an
attempt to find more space, Beckett saw Doug loosen the button of his
jacket so that it fell open casually. Or maybe not so casually. Just
before Beckett was nudged back up against the side of the car, he caught
sight of his lover and colleague's T-shirt. His gut gave a familiar
churn and his mouth dried. Doug smirked and brushed a hand down under
the jacket’s lapel. The writing was further exposed.
If you're already this close, why don't you just jerk me off?
"Good God." Beckett hissed the words out, trying not to be heard by
anyone else around him. A stress pain was nagging at his right temple,
and he hadn't even started work yet. "I thought we said..."
Doug bent his head closer. "You bought this one, too," he whispered.
"Remember?"
Beckett flushed and grimaced back. He felt an instinctive -- and not
entirely unpleasant – throb in his groin. Damned man. He shook
his head and mouthed a silent, "Selective amnesia."