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The Attorney
The Attorney
The Attorney
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The Male Room: Book Two

Attorney Sam Solomon is the most desired trick in the back room of the Music Box, his town's most notorious gay club—and very possibly the loneliest.  Sam is tired of one-night stands, and although he likes the world to think he’s too tough for such romantic notions, he secretly longs for the love his friends Jeff and Craig seem to have found. Fortunately for him, he’s just helped set his friends up in business. They run The Male Room, a local Internet dating service for gay men, and Jeff has just the guy in mind for Sam.

Chris Kelly is the last person Sam expected. From his profile, Sam knows that Chris is strong, opinionated, and dominant... in fact, he’s a lot like Sam! Sam may very well have met his match; he just needs to concede that the man he’s falling in love with needs to be his partner in every sense of the word.

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Release dateAug 3, 2011
ISBN9781615819249
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Carolyn LeVine Topol

Carolyn LeVine Topol has been writing LGBT romance novels since 2009 with the overriding philosophy that “Every person deserves a happy ending.” Carolyn loses herself in writing of the loves, passions, and adventures driving her characters. With the backing of a supportive husband and her young adult children, Carolyn continues to explore the fabulous world of LGBT romance. Visit Carolyn’s website

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    The Attorney - Carolyn LeVine Topol

    Laurie

    Chapter 1

    WALKING into his large corner office, Sam took a seat at his oversized desk. He had several active cases he was working on, but instead of diving into them as he typically did each morning, his curiosity won out. Sam pulled his laptop out of its carrying case and set it front and center on the smooth glass surface.

    After logging on, he immediately searched out his newest bookmarked site, The Male Room. He snorted, still not believing he’d actually done it—Sam Solomon had filled in a profile at an online dating service. Five years ago, the only way he would have ever done anything like this would have been in response to a dare when he was too drunk to think clearly. Now that he was living alone and wishing for more than just a good fuck at the end of the day, Sam had decided instead to try the newest trend in dating.

    He remembered the day his friends, Craig and Jeff, had sat in his office signing the documents necessary to start their online business. His two friends had really done their research, and the commitment they’d made to take the risk with a new business was certainly paying off. It had been less than two months since The Male Room had opened its virtual doors, and they already had one of the three most lucrative gay online dating sites on the east coast of the United States.

    Having received a free profile for all the legal work he’d helped them with during their start-up period, Sam had given it a try. He wasn’t sure what he was hoping for, but knew that going to the Music Box three to five nights a week to get his dick sucked or find a good ass to fuck was becoming less and less appealing. He envied his friends, remembering how, as they’d started their new business, they had also discovered the love that had been looming just beneath the surface for years.

    Now Sam wanted a shot at something longer-lasting, but he was picky. He’d already accepted several dates from his online prospective pairings, but none actually had gone beyond a couple of brief encounters. One or two first dates had become second dates, but after a hot fuck and a good dinner, he didn’t have much desire to develop any of the matches into relationships.

    When he looked at the home page for The Male Room, he noticed there were ten couples, captured in smiling pictures, listed as success stories. That was what Sam wanted. He wanted to be a success story, and not just in his professional or sexual world, but in his personal life. Hell, he wanted to have a personal life.

    Exploring his profile’s "Connection" location, he noticed three new hits. All the men were good looking, but he’d learned through many years of gathering evidence for court cases, digitally enhanced pictures could go a long way to improving appearance. Now his search for the ideal date supported the same theory. Many of the pictures posted on the profiles were far less than honest representations.

    Ignoring the photos, giving them no more than a passing glance, Sam looked at each new prospective match’s profile.

    Two intrigued him immediately; the third seemed too much like him to be worth a second look. Sam didn’t think he could handle a coffee, let alone a dinner, with someone who was as much a control freak as himself. The thought crossed his mind that maybe he’d be better to stick to the old adage about opposites attracting each other.

    Before he could think about it any further, the intercom on his phone buzzed. Mr. Solomon, Jeff is on line two for you. Would you like to take his call or should I send it to your voice mail?

    I’ll take the call, Donna. Please put it through.

    Hello, Jeff. How are you and Craig enjoying your success?

    At the bank or in the bedroom?

    Touché! You two really have got it all.

    It only took him ten years to figure out something I already knew when we were in high school.

    Sam chuckled. Although Jeff had started out as a trick who could have won a contest for best cock-sucker in Boston as far as Sam was concerned, he had since become a good friend and confidant, something Sam didn’t have many of. Lots of hot men wanted to be his trick, but very few took it further than that.

    Are you still there?

    Oh, sorry. My mind wandered.

    Well, honey, has it wandered over to your profile this glorious morning? There are some new prospects I think you should most definitely explore.

    Are you a mind reader? I was just looking at them. I have to admit, I’m beginning to lose hope. I may be your first truly unsuccessful client.

    Nonsense! You just don’t know how to pick ’em. Jeff paused and Sam could hear some beeping and chiming noises in the background. There. I just opened your profile.

    Isn’t it cheating to have one of the owners of The Male Room act as my personal consultant?

    Jeff snickered. It’s not normally offered as part of the service, but I’m more than willing to make an exception for you, especially since you clearly can’t tell a good match from a mediocre one.

    So none of the matches are just bad, are they? Sam smirked, looking forward to hearing Jeff’s comeback.

    There is a good match for everyone; sometimes at The Male Room you just have to sift through the less-than-perfect to find the diamonds in the rough.

    I think you’re twisting your metaphors.

    Maybe so, but I see the perfect match for you.

    Which one? There’re three new additions who’ve shown interest on my profile page.

    I tell you what, Sam. Let me act for you and set up a meeting tonight at the Thai place near the Boston Aquarium. Do you know the restaurant I’m talking about?

    Yes. I’ve eaten there a number of times. They’ll probably recognize me when I arrive.

    You’ve eaten there or done take-out?

    I’m not answering your question on the grounds it might incriminate me.

    You lawyers are all the same. Sam heard Jeff clicking away at his computer. Okay, you’re all set for tonight. I’ll contact the restaurant; you just be there at eight.

    So, who am I meeting?

    You’ll know him when you see him. It’s the man who was meant for you.

    I’ll go along with this one time, but if you’re wrong, I think it may be time for me to take a break. Maybe I’m just not cut out to find someone. Not all of us can be as lucky as you and Craig… and all the men on the home page.

    There’s a soul mate for you. I’m sure of it. And I think I’ve found him.

    We’ll see.

    How about a friendly wager?

    What?

    A bet. Let’s bet on it.

    You want to bet on whether you’ve found the right man for me?

    Exactly. I have that much faith in myself.

    I could just throw the date to win the bet.

    "You won’t want to if you give it half a chance. I trust my instincts, and I think

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