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What Not to Wear
What Not to Wear
What Not to Wear
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What Not to Wear

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Beckett and Doug work together, travel together, live together ... and play very enthusiastically together. They're easily and cheerfully distracted by their desires, wherever they happen to be, whatever they’re officially meant to be doing.

The work week starts normally for the newly promoted Beckett, but that's soon disturbed by his lover's sexual provocation. As each day of the week passes, Doug's behavior, and the slogans on his daily T-shirt, get increasingly outrageous.

With the recipe of Doug’s unruly libido, Beckett’s masochistic tendency to surrender to it, and their shared fascination for sex in risky places -- it’s inevitable their career prospects are soon completely out of control. But measured up against the love they have for each other, the question is ... are they really bothered by that?
LanguageEnglish
PublisherJMS Books LLC
Release dateSep 29, 2018
ISBN9781634867108
What Not to Wear
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Clare London

Clare took the pen name London from the city where she lives, loves, and writes. A lone, brave female in a frenetic, testosterone-fuelled family home, she juggles her writing with the weekly wash, waiting for the far distant day when she can afford to give up her day job as an accountant. She’s written in many genres and across many settings, with novels and short stories published both online and in print. She says she likes variety in her writing while friends say she’s just fickle, but as long as both theories spawn good fiction, she’s happy. Most of her work features male/male romance and drama with a healthy serving of physical passion, as she enjoys both reading and writing about strong, sympathetic and sexy characters.Clare currently has several novels sulking at that tricky chapter 3 stage and plenty of other projects in mind . . . she just has to find out where she left them in that frenetic, testosterone-fuelled family home.All the details and free fiction are available at her website. Visit her today and say hello!Join up for her newsletter at http://bit.ly/2WpHlyK and receive a free short story!Clare also writes as Stella Shaw and launched her Love at the Haven series of rent boy romances in 2021.Website + blog: http://www.clarelondon.com / stellashawauthor.comFacebook: https://www.facebook.com/clarelondonTwitter: https://twitter.com/clare_londonGoodreads: http://bit.ly/2lNSfC2Amazon: http://www.amazon.com/author/clarelondonBookbub: https://www.bookbub.com/profile/clare-londonInstagram: https://www.instagram.com/clarelondon11/Quids&Quills: http://www.quidsandquills.com (accountancy for UK authors)

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    What Not to Wear - Clare London

    Sunday

    Chapter 1: Monday

    Monday morning almost done. Doug Jensen strolled into his manager’s cubicle with a swagger of self-confidence that he knew his lukewarm appraisal results didn’t merit. However, what he lacked in status as the company’s most junior sales and marketing administrative assistant, he was happy to make up for in bluster.

    His colleague was seated at the desk, attending to work on a PC, back to Doug. Doug coughed to get the guy’s attention. The whole week’s still ahead of us, man. I told Suzie to hold all your calls. You’re taking your lunch break with me.

    Two receptionists wandered along the corridor outside the cubicles, glancing quickly in at the two men. The man at the desk probably heard their horrified gasps, closely followed by their footsteps hurrying away. He didn’t look up from his keyboard, but his shoulders tensed and he sighed.

    Doug peered at the new diary on the desk beside the PC. Gold lettering, that’s impressive. He read it aloud. Beckett Stone, Senior Manager, Fleet Sales, South East England. He smiled to himself. His guy deserved the promotion.

    Doug. The other man’s voice was cautious. So, what are you wearing?

    Me? Doug laughed and pressed his mouth up against Beckett’s ear. I’m perfectly decent, lover. Unlike the crack of dawn, which was when you rolled me back over to my side of the bed and said that now you were some new, big-shot manager, you had to be in the office early, and you didn’t have time for another mouthful. He flicked his tongue against Beckett’s earlobe. Not only that, you said I had to shower my stark naked, irresistibly-ripped body, quickly throw on some clothes, and get ready to come into work with you like usual.

    I meant, what are you wearing under your jacket. That’s all I saw this morning in the car.

    Yeah? Doug smiled. He only half-remembered the journey since he’d been sleepy, hunched up in the seat beside his lover, still yawning, and with the collar of his jacket tugged up around his neck.

    Beckett sighed again. They’re on their way to get the HR manager, you know. Those girls from Reception. You must stop provoking the other staff. He spun his chair around and his eyes widened.

    Doug bit back an even wider grin. Obviously Beckett’s management training hadn’t entirely prepared him for more challenging staff issues. Doug stepped back with hands held up, confident he was demonstrating his most engaging, innocent expression. Wait a minute! Maybe it was the lurid slogan slashed across the chest of his T-shirt that had startled Beckett. Doug glanced down at it himself.

    Sorry girls, I suck dick.

    Beckett flushed. Doug’s gaze dropped to his lover’s lap. Yeah. Beckett’s well-pressed trousers looked deliciously tight today—or maybe that was just in the last ten seconds. Not just a slogan, he murmured mischievously. Call it a reference. Maybe a mission statement.

    Beckett made a small, gasping sound.

    Lunch, did you say? Doug raised his eyebrows. He grinned broadly and licked his lips. Like, now?

    Beckett coughed as if he knew Doug wasn’t just referring to a cheese and pickle sandwich. "I’m afraid not. My phone hasn’t stopped ringing all morning with calls from my new clients. Two people have rung in sick and I have to cover their work. A proposal for the autumn marketing campaign is due to the Board by Thursday. I’m expected to attend a management team de-briefing any time in the next twenty minutes, I’m just

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