Bad Habits: +One, Book 4
M/M Contemporary Romance | Age Gap | Enemies to Lovers | HEA
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Everyone at +One has a specialty. For Gage Ramsey, it’s less about the role or the venue, and all about the client. So, when he gets the call that a politician’s son needs help overhauling his image, he figures it’s just another day at the office.
But this isn’t any ordinary case.
From the moment Nathan Fairfax walks through the door—an hour late—Gage instantly dislikes him. Arrogant, entitled, and antagonistic, the guy tests his patience at every turn. As the days turn to weeks, however, he begins to see another side of Nathan, a part of him that could actually be worth saving.
Whatever the outcome, one thing is clear. Gage might have a reputation for putting difficult clients in their place, but this time, he has more than met his match.
But this isn’t any ordinary case.
From the moment Nathan Fairfax walks through the door—an hour late—Gage instantly dislikes him. Arrogant, entitled, and antagonistic, the guy tests his patience at every turn. As the days turn to weeks, however, he begins to see another side of Nathan, a part of him that could actually be worth saving.
Whatever the outcome, one thing is clear. Gage might have a reputation for putting difficult clients in their place, but this time, he has more than met his match.
Excerpt
I felt kind of sorry for Gage. He seemed like a nice guy, and I knew he was just trying to do his job. That didn’t mean I intended to make it easy for him, though. In fact, I planned to do everything I could to make sure he regretted taking me on as a client.
A shame, really.
While I did tend to gravitate more toward the female persuasion, I hadn’t lied when I’d told him I liked men as well as women. I’d never really had a “type,” though, not until I’d walked through the doors of that conference room.
Gage Ramsey was definitely my type.
Tall and muscular, with dark hair and angular features, he exuded masculinity just by breathing. I had expected to find him dressed in a stuffy suit, and honestly, that might have been better. The way his black V neck had stretched across his broad shoulders had done little to calm my racing pulse.
Then, he’d looked up, and I’d found myself drowning in a pair of gray-blue eyes the color of summer storm clouds.
Too bad he’d had to ruin everything by opening his mouth and reminding me why I had to be there in the first place. It wasn’t fate or some meet-cute like in the movies. We hadn’t crossed each other’s paths by luck or happenstance.
Our meeting, like so many other things in my life, had been designed and carefully orchestrated by the senator.
A shame, really.
While I did tend to gravitate more toward the female persuasion, I hadn’t lied when I’d told him I liked men as well as women. I’d never really had a “type,” though, not until I’d walked through the doors of that conference room.
Gage Ramsey was definitely my type.
Tall and muscular, with dark hair and angular features, he exuded masculinity just by breathing. I had expected to find him dressed in a stuffy suit, and honestly, that might have been better. The way his black V neck had stretched across his broad shoulders had done little to calm my racing pulse.
Then, he’d looked up, and I’d found myself drowning in a pair of gray-blue eyes the color of summer storm clouds.
Too bad he’d had to ruin everything by opening his mouth and reminding me why I had to be there in the first place. It wasn’t fate or some meet-cute like in the movies. We hadn’t crossed each other’s paths by luck or happenstance.
Our meeting, like so many other things in my life, had been designed and carefully orchestrated by the senator.