An accidental meeting and a misunderstanding lead to a
life-altering connection.
An accidental meeting and a misunderstanding lead to a
life-altering connection.
A new job, a new city Oklahoma
A life that looks perfect on paper, but feels empty in
reality. Attractive,
successful, charismatic Jaime Snow has a life other people envy. His already
booming business is growing. He isn’t lacking in friends. And he has no trouble
finding a date. But there’s an emptiness in Jaime’s heart and a hole in his
life that only the right man can fill.
An accidental meeting, a misunderstanding, and falling in love. When Oliver and Jaime end
up at the same bar at the same time, they each see something they want in the
other. Going to bed together that first night is easy. Building the lifetime
relationship they both desperately crave will require trust, time, and a little
misunderstanding.
EXCERPT
Chapter 1:
He had chosen the bar because of its name: The Bookstore. It was
clever and unusual and he had laughed internally at how happy his mother would
be if he told her he was spending time at the Bookstore instead of in front of
his computer. Oliver’s entire life, she had mourned the fact he wasn’t a
reader, and even though he had now moved two thousand miles away from their
home in Oklahoma City
For now, he glanced down at the only book he had read countless
times and adjusted it at the edge of his table to make the spine as visible as
possible. The title—Coding—wasn’t as
clever as the bar name, but the information and the way it was phrased had
clicked perfectly in Oliver’s brain when he was a college freshman. He had long
since moved past the information inside, but the textbook was the closest thing
he had to a security blanket, so he had held onto it through four years of
progressively more complicated computer science classes, three dead-end
computer repair and technical support jobs, and a move to Seattle to finally, finally,
live his dream developing video games. When he had to pick a way to identify
himself to the stranger who would guide him on the last phase of his journey
toward living the life he had always wanted, the first thing that came to
Oliver’s mind was the book that had started it all.
With the spine facing the bar and walkway and his glass empty,
Oliver had nothing left to do but wait or get his phone out to play a quick
turn on Clash of Clans. He reached into
his pocket almost before his brain had formulated the thought. A quick glance
at his screen confirmed it was still twenty minutes shy of eight o’clock . Oliver prided himself on
timeliness, something his father had drummed into him since he was a boy, and
after two months in Seattle, he hadn’t yet gotten a handle on how long it took
to get anywhere, so he had erred on the side of caution and ended up arriving
half an hour early.
In his head, his mother lectured him about playing on his phone
when he should be paying attention to people, but he was twenty-eight years
old, and she was too far away to see him, so he ignored her and tried to lose
himself in a game. Besides, taking his mind off why he was in that bar would
stop him from falling headfirst into an anxiety attack, and even his mother
would agree that was a good thing in a social setting. Not that she would ever
have the chance to know about his plans that evening, because, despite how
close they were, this was one activity Oliver absolutely would not share with
his family. Or anyone else for that matter.
Nerves rising, he scratched his upper back through his shirt
with one hand and his thigh with the other. Recognizing what he was doing, he
forced his hands away before he broke the skin. Hoping for a distraction, he
jerked his gaze toward his pop when, suddenly, from the corner of his eye, he
noticed someone moving in his direction. Instinctively, Oliver grabbed the
glass and scrunched over it, using the act of sipping from a straw as a shield
to keep himself from staring at people who inevitably didn’t notice him. But
when the man didn’t veer away and instead came closer, Oliver glanced up and
realized the stranger was looking right at his book. Which meant he was either
coming to tease the chubby nerd for having a textbook at a bar on a Friday night
or…
Oh my God. This is him. Oliver kept his head down but couldn’t stop himself from
flicking his gaze back and forth between his still empty glass and the
approaching man.
Older than Oliver, but not too old, broad shoulders, light eyes,
short dark hair, and a sculpted face. The man stopped right next to the table,
waited for Oliver to look up, and then said, “Interesting reading choice.” He
tapped the top of the cover and tried to meet Oliver’s gaze.
Even though this was one situation where Oliver couldn’t be
rejected or laughed at, he still struggled to speak to such a handsome man, and
he definitely couldn’t make eye contact with him. And now that he was close
enough for Oliver to see him clearly, he definitely knew that was true. He set
his gaze on the man’s chin and took in his features.
The dark hair was brown but it had strands of chestnut at the
top and flecks of silver in the sideburns, which extended to the bottom of his
earlobe. The light eyes were green, a pale shade that still managed to look warm.
And the broad shoulders topped a chest so muscular that it stretched the black
T-shirt he wore underneath a well-fitted jacket. This guy was fantasy material,
and Oliver couldn’t believe he had gotten so lucky.
“Is this book yours?”
“Yes,” Oliver said hoarsely and then cleared his throat. “It’s
mine.”
The man’s forehead crinkled. He tilted his head to the side and
stared at Oliver.
At first, the odd look discomforted him, but then Oliver
remembered the social etiquette classes he had been forced to attend in middle
school, and he realized where he had gone wrong.
“Please have a seat,” he said, raising his hand toward the empty
chair across from him. Though his voice still shook more than he would have
liked, it was a bolder invitation than he usually gave. Of course, usually men didn’t approach him, especially
incredibly handsome men, and usually people didn’t want to hang out with
him, and usually he didn’t look up escort services and
set up a meeting. So today was anything but Oliver’s usual.
“Thanks.” The man pulled back the empty chair, sat, and then
scooted it forward. “I’m Jaime.” He reached his hand out.
Oliver glanced down at the hand, blinked, and then remembered
his manners. “I’m Oliver.” He wiped his sweaty palm on his jeans, took Jaime’s
hand, and shook it. “Oliver Barnaby.”
Oh crap. Was giving his last name in
this situation a bad idea? Oh well. If everything went as expected, Oliver
would be spending time alone with this man, which would put him at more risk
than sharing his name. He had made reservations at the hotel upstairs, which
was expensive and not completely secure, but it had to be safer than bringing a
stranger to his apartment.
“So, Oliver Barnaby.” Grinning, Jaime glanced at the book and
arched his eyebrows. “What are you doing here with this?”
Straight to the point. In Jaime’s line of work, being direct
made sense, but Oliver wasn’t skilled at holding an articulate conversation
with a live human so he fidgeted in his seat. “Well, uh…” He gulped.
“Late night study session?” The comment was teasing, but the
tone held no malice and Jaime’s expression, while most definitely amused,
wasn’t cruel.
“Sorry. I’m being silly.” Oliver shook his head. “We both know
why we’re here so—” He drew in a deep breath. “I’m not sure how much he told
you.” He frowned and thought back to the brief phone call he’d had with the man
from the ad. “Actually, I don’t remember how much detail I gave him other than
saying I needed someone experienced.”
“Experienced?”
“Uh-huh. Because, uh.” He looked at Jaime’s handsome face and
once again lost the power of speech.
He hadn’t thought through how the escort agency would interpret
his request but now he realized they had taken it to mean Oliver wanted someone
a bit older. As luck would have it, older men were very much Oliver’s type. Or
they would be if he had a type. Someone probably needed to go on actual dates
rather than just fantasize about them before he could say he had a type.
“Oliver?”
Oliver blinked.
“You were saying you needed someone experienced?”
“Right.” He bobbed his head. “See the thing is, I didn’t hire
you for sex.”
There was no missing the shock that crossed Jaime’s face.
“That didn’t come out right.” Oliver quickly backtracked. The
last thing he wanted was for Jaime to think he was being stiffed because then
he’d get up and walk out and Oliver would have to start his search all over
again. The odds of finding someone as attractive and nice as Jaime to teach him
were so low they rounded to zero. “I know what escort means and I’m all set to
pay you. I have the money.” He patted his pocket and said an internal thank-you
for his new company’s generosity. “What I meant was that I don’t want to have
sex with you.”
Jaime chuckled and arched his eyebrows, but he didn’t say
anything.
“Ugh.” Oliver shook his head. “I didn’t mean that either.” He
raised his hand and moved it up and down in Jaime’s direction. “Look at you.
Obviously, I want to have sex with you. But it’s not about eating the meal,
it’s about learning to fish, you know?”
“I think I’m getting the picture, but why don’t you fill in the
details?” Jaime lowered his voice. “And try to keep the whole paying for sex
thing out of it.” One side of his lips rose in a crooked smile. “We are in
public after all and not everything is legal in Washington
Oh God. Oliver jerked his head from side to side, checking to see if
anyone was close enough to hear him. The bar wasn’t big and there were a decent
number of customers, so someone probably had. He leaned forward, his belly
squishing against the table. “Do you think people will call the police? Should
we leave?”
“No and”—Jaime’s smile shifted from amused to
wicked—“eventually. But first, tell me about learning to fish.” Jaime settled
into his chair and crossed his arms over his chest, his biceps giving the gray
suede jacket a workout. “I assume we aren’t talking about the great outdoors,
so what exactly are you hiring me to teach you?”
When he had come up with the idea to hire an escort, Oliver had
focused on how much it would cost, where to do it, and what he’d be able to
squeeze into one night. He had also spent a decent amount of time
second-guessing his plan. But he had never considered how he would explain what
he wanted to the man he paid to help him.
“Do you guys have like, uh, confidentiality requirements?” Oliver
asked.
Jaime arched his eyebrows. “Confidentiality?”
“Yeah.” Oliver bobbed his head. “What I tell you has to stay
between us, right?”
“Well.” Jaime’s mouth turned up at the corners and then he
licked his lips, coughed, and said, “I’m not a psychiatrist or an attorney, so
there’s not a licensing board out there keeping me honest, but I’ll give you my
word to keep this just between us. How’s that?”
After considering the response and his alternatives for a couple
of seconds, Oliver said, “That works.”
“Glad we got the preliminaries out of the way.” Jaime smiled.
“Tell me what you need, Oliver.”
When he said Oliver’s name, Jaime’s voice dropped, going deeper
and raspier. The tone sent a pang through Oliver’s gut and reminded him why
this man got paid to do what he did. That made what Oliver had to say even more
humiliating, but he didn’t want his life in Seattle Oklahoma
“I’m pretty sure I’m bad in bed and I want help with that.” He
bit his lip. “Real help. Not what people brag about online.” He had read
endless blogs and subscribed to chat rooms, but loath as he was to admit it,
the internet didn’t have all the answers.
Looking surprised, Jaime blinked a few times, cleared his
throat, and then said, “Why do you think you’re bad in bed?”
That question was easy to answer. “My ex told me.”
The good-natured, amused expression disappeared from Jaime’s
face. “Your ex sounds like a dick. Find someone else and forget about him.”
“That’s just it. I can’t find someone else.” Realizing he
sounded whiney, Oliver took a moment to breathe. He sat up straight, rolled his
neck, and then ruined his attempt at looking confident by slumping. “People
never like me in real life. I’m twenty-eight and Ted was the only guy who’s
ever been willing to sleep with me. That was four years ago.” His voice shook.
“I need help.”
“Hey.” Jaime’s eyes softened, and he leaned forward, curling his
hand around Oliver’s forearm. “It’s going to be okay. I promise.”
Jaime’s touch was ten times more potent than his voice, and
suddenly, Oliver wanted to follow through on his plans for the night because of
something entirely unrelated to learning and improving himself. He stayed
perfectly still, letting the pleasurable feelings wash over him until Jaime
removed his hand. And then the floodgates opened.
“I just moved to Seattle
“All right,” Jaime said calmly. “I hear you and I’m not turning
you down.” He looked at Oliver meaningfully, only continuing after Oliver
nodded in understanding. “We can get out of here and do this, but before we do,
I want you to know that not every guy is into gym bunnies or twinks. You’re
really good-looking, Oliver.”
“You’re getting paid to say that,” Oliver mumbled, dropping his
gaze from Jaime’s eyes. Even that part of him was attractive—layers of green
far more interesting than Oliver’s own boring brown.
“No, I’m not.” Jaime’s jaw ticced as he spoke, and he sounded so
firm that Oliver would have believed him if he hadn’t found the man through an
escort ad.
“It’s fine,” Oliver said. “I’m past worrying about being
pathetic for paying for sex.” He sighed and dragged his fingers through his
hair, hoping he wasn’t making the too long strands stick out in weird
directions. “Actually, it helps. I’d never have the nerve to talk to a guy like
you in real life, even if it was just to answer a question about directions or
something.” He rolled his eyes at his own shortcomings. “Knowing you can’t
laugh at me or judge me or turn me down makes this better.” It made it
possible. “That’s all I need. Don’t worry about the fake compliments.”
“It wasn’t fake.”
Of course it was. Oliver was good-looking in the same way the
bar was a bookstore. But that didn’t matter and Jaime sounded angry, so Oliver
stopped arguing and refocused the conversation on the reason they were both in
the Bookstore that wasn’t actually a bookstore. “I reserved a room upstairs in
the hotel.”
Jaime pulled his eyebrows together and narrowed his eyes and,
for a horrible moment, Oliver was sure he had changed his mind and he was about
to leave. Oliver was about to plead for another chance, but then Jaime’s face
smoothed and he rose from his chair.
“Lead the way, Oliver. I’m looking forward to”—he dragged his
gaze over Oliver’s body, his expression unlike any Oliver previously had seen
directed at him—“fishing with you.”
Reviewed by:
| Our MC, Oliver Barnaby, is not your likely hero, and that is exactly why I loved him. 6' 2", Weighing in at almost 300#, awkward game developer and gamer, Oliver has trouble meeting new people. He's decided since he has a new job and is in a new city, he's going G to make some changes for himself. His self-esteem is pretty low since his last boyfriend, he thinks he needs lessons in the bedroom. He sees an ad and decides to hire an escort to help him with his lack of experience. What he gets instead is something he never would have imagined. While Jamie is waiting for his friends at a bar called "The Bookstore" he sees a man that interests him greatly. On top of which, the man is reading a coding that Jamie himself wrote, Nd reading it in a bar no less. This tickles Jamie, so he decides he must meet this man. When he walks up to talk to Oliver though, he's met with a bit of a shock. Oliver thinks he's the escort. That first scene had me all like "oh nooo! and then smacking my forehead. I thought Oliver was going to make a fool of himself. Jamie took it all in stride and was highly amused and charmed by him, that he played along with him, so that he could get to know this interesting creature better. I loved the banter between these two. I found myself laughing quite a few times. It's also the kind of story you've come to love about CC. That sweet, charming, gives me the "aww" feels. She's where I come to when I need to satisfy my sweet tooth, and she doesn't let me down. I give the story 3.75 socially awkward stars |
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Cardeno C. - CC to friends - is a hopeless romantic who wants to add a lot of happiness and a few "awwws" into a reader's day. Writing is a nice break from real life as a corporate type and volunteer work with gay rights organizations. Cardeno's stories range from sweet to intense, contemporary to paranormal, long to short, but they always include strong relationships and walks into the happily-ever- after sunset.
Cardeno's Home, Family, and Mates series have received awards from Love Romances and More Golden Roses, Rainbow Awards, the Goodreads M/M Romance Group, and various reviewers. But even more special to CC are heartfelt reactions from readers, like, "You bring joy and love and make it part of the every day."
