Chapter 1 - 2016 Top Ten Gay Romance


Max had never been to Noah’s office before,but he managed to get off at the right bus stop outside a town centre office building and found the door to the place on the third floor.Noah came to meet him in the tiny reception area.

“Do I look okay?”Max stood up.“Conservative enough?”

Noah snorted.“You,conservative?Not likely.”He brushed some strands of Max’s long hair off his shoulder and straightened his tie.“But you look fine.Did you polish your shoes?”He inspected them critically.

“Of course.”

Noah looked him over and nodded with approval.“You’ll do.Owen’s looked over your CV.”Noah had brought it in with him that morning.“He’s happy enough with it.All you have to do now is not massively screw up the interview,and you’re in.”

“No pressure then.”

“Just stay cool.You know how you tend to babble.And listen.I swear half your screw-ups come from not listening properly to what people say.”

“That’s not fair.You know I have a dodgy ear.Sometimes I…miss things.”

“Remember,take a breath,and think before you speak.That’s all I ask.”

“I will.”

“Okay,let’s go introduce you to Owen.”

Max had to take several deep breaths before he could speak because there was something Noah had neglected to mention in all this.

Owen was gorgeous

Max’s jaw nearly dropped open when Noah took him into the office and a man rose from behind the desk and came around it to shake hands.He was mid-thirties,tall,broad-shouldered,with a nice tan,and beautifully cut dark brown hair,glossy as teak.Of course,he wore a good suit—he was a lawyer—but he filled it out better than most men.His white shirt looked like it had been made from the same material as the gowns of angels.

“Good to meet you,Mr Sagan,”Owen said,holding out his hand for a shake.Max took it.A big strong hand.It made him gulp when it gripped his.“Owen Hart.”

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lightly amused

bring coffee for two.Please,sit down,Mr Sagan.”He gestured at

ook—a cross between stern admonition and

oommates?”Owen said,sit

’re old friends.Si

wen said.“You’ve had a nu

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giving him the penetrating,lie-detecting stare on

pounding and his mouth dry,and it was n

g.“But I need a job and you need an of

hut the

verly frank.I don’t think I mind that,Mr Sagan.I’m a lawyer.I hear so many lies in a d

id the same,”Max said.“And,um,then sac

n return,you should try to learn a thing or two about

retary,not any kind of new-fangled nonsense about personal assistants.She was also the office manager and would be Max’s boss if he worked h

s they sat again when Mrs Barstow left.“I think the place would c

ey spoke about his other jobs.He was watching to see how loose-tongued Max might get about previous employer

the temptation to launch into any of the anecdotes about prev

ne last question.“Do you have anything els

your coffeewould not be the right answer.For one thing,he couldn’t be certain Owen played for the right

.”Why not?If Owen was in the office,he’d happily stay all night.“I m

up.“I see.Those are a

nd Max wanted to sit down again.Or lie down.Or drop to this knees and…H

o the firm

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your references,but I trust Noah’s word

ight anyway.He wondered about inches elsewhere and told himself to shut the hel

having forgotten to let go.It was hard to let go that big warm hand w

s hand back at once,

office.Thrills raced up and down Max’s spine when Owen rested a hand on