About Fling: I have a crush on my boss’ best friend. At least it’s not my brother’s best friend. Or my best friend’s brother. Or… never mind. It’s all pretty cliche. And worse? My boss’ best friend is his business partner. Which sort of makes him my boss too. Okay - it’s not sort of. It’s definite. Gabe Laurent is off limits. Totally off limits. Which is fine. I make do with my imagination. He’ll never know. Ever. Unless my work bestie passes me an eighties-style teen movie sex quiz during a meeting and I fill it out. And it ends up in Gabe’s hands…
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Exclusive Excerpt: "What do you think of Sandra?" I ask Sawyer as I snag a signed baseball from a display case along the far wall of his office. I settle into one of the guest chairs across his desk and toss the ball over my head before catching it again. He's reviewing something on his monitor and he pauses at my question and turns his attention to me. "You know she's the best executive assistant I've ever had. Do you need her help with something? I thought you were happy with Preston?" Somehow human resources only assigns me gay men or women old enough to have birthed me. I suspect that's on direct orders from Sawyer. Dick. I give the ball another toss and catch. "No, I meant, what do you think of Sandra as a woman?" "I don't," Sawyer says, narrowing his eyes at me. "She's got a thing for me," I say. "She doesn't," Sawyer says dismissively and taps the mouse on his desk, intent on ignoring me. "She does," I insist. "She's always looking at me." "Maybe she thinks you're an idiot." That's a distinct possibility. I've never been quite sure. Most of the time she ducks her head and calls me Mr. Laurent as she scurries past. It fucking turns me on, but I'm not sure if it turns her on or if she honestly just thinks I'm an asshole. "I think she's dating someone in marketing," Sawyer adds while tapping on his keyboard, engrossed with whatever's on the screen in front of him. "They broke up over the summer," I say confidently, leaning back in the chair and tossing the ball a little further in the air. "How do you know that?" Sawyer stops typing and crosses his arms across his chest. He doesn't look pleased with my knowledge of Sandra's dating life; I think he views her like the little sister he never had. "What could you possibly want to do with Sandra anyway?" I catch the ball as my brows raise in disbelief. "You need me to spell it out for you, buddy?" I lean forward in the chair and adopt a serious tone. "Sometimes, when two people are attracted to each other, they enjoy taking their clothing off together so they can—" "Shut up," Sawyer interrupts. "She's not really your type." "Beautiful?" I question. "Sweet," he replies. She is sweet, he's right about that. I think about the paper burning a hole in my pocket and wonder again if it was hers. I'd like it to be hers. I think sweet Sandra has a hidden dirty side, and I'd really like to uncover it. About Jana Aston: Jana Aston is the New York Times bestselling author of WRONG. She quit her super boring day job to whip up more books and is hoping that was not a stupid idea. In her defense, it was a really boring job. Connect with Jana: Facebook: http://on.fb.me/1M3KNIk Twitter: http://bit.ly/1JBnr5E Amazon Page: http://amzn.to/1XqEqkJ Goodreads: http://bit.ly/1RYZhcL Website: http://www.janaaston.com Newsletter: http://bit.ly/2edgQbm
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Gabe's thoughts tend to make him sound like a woman at times, but rest assured aside from his thoughts the man is all man, "I should take her out. Dave’s taking her out; I should stop having sex with her at the office and take her out on a date. Now how do I get sweet Sandra to agree to date me?" Gabe is a weird one but you couldn't help but love him, "...and your phone number. I want you to give me your phone number,” he adds with a self-deprecating smile. “I should have your phone number, but I don’t because I’m a fool. And I want to fix that. And I don’t care who sees me trying to fix that. So let me take you to this rehearsal dinner tonight. And the wedding tomorrow. And next weekend, let me take you on a date I actually pay for.” I loved this novella, Gabe was just so sexy.