Mateo put his entire life on hold when he found out that his father's Alzheimer's had gotten worse. He dropped all of his textbooks and returned home despite his dreams of graduation, never once complaining about the turn of events. It was his duty as a Rosales to provide for his family. So, back to East L.A., back to another job in retail, and back to basics.
But when Mateo's best friend signs him up for SweetDates.com, a website for older men and younger singles to exchange money for companionship, his life takes a sudden turn. Soon he finds himself talking with the charming, gorgeous millionaire Arthur Danby, and forced to face the uncomfortable moral soul-searching of this new relationship.
Could he really put a monetary value on his time? Is the stubborn pride instilled in him since childhood worth more than feeding his family? And despite the alluring look in his eye, is Arthur hiding something dark?
Mateo smiled and dropped his gaze to his shoes. “Any time my family is around, we always play cards. I grew up watching them. Cards, dominos, dice.”
“Well, I liked seeing it. I liked seeing you be completely organic. You weren’t worried about asking for something. You took those guys in there for all they had, and you didn’t even bat an eye.” Arthur smiled faintly and looked at him. “I had to clear my mind, otherwise I might get ahead of myself.”
“Meaning I’d kiss you too long. I might have my hands on you just a bit too low.”
Mateo nodded and fell silent. He understood that feeling. In school, he’d been in more than one situation like that. Leaving the room was the best way for him to look at things logically. But tonight, that wasn’t something he wanted to do.
“Would it be bad if I said I liked the sound of that a little too much?” He turned his head and looked at the man. Arthur stared back, his brows knit as he tried to understand him.
“No, I don’t think it would be bad.”
“I actually think... I think it’d be good if you touched me too low, kissed me too long. I’d—I’d want you to, I think.”
Fresh out of college and back on his older sister's couch, Kit expected his days to return to the way they'd always been. He anticipated spending his days perusing Netflix with one hand on the remote and the other in a box of pizza, but when he's given the opportunity for a job at one of New York City's newest advertising agencies, there's no way he can turn the offer down. Unfortunately for Kit, this job might be more than he bargained for.
Not only does Roman - his handsome yet ruthless new boss - let his wandering eye linger just a little too long, Kit can't seem to shake the feeling that the glitzy personal assistant gig he just landed might be a bit shadier than he imagined. Before he's even able to make a reservation for Roman's dinner at Le Bernardin, Kit's professional and personal life become one, and he finds himself forced to somehow separate business from pleasure.
Easier said than done, especially when it’s his job to take care of Roman’s every need.
Roman backed Kit against the wall beside the fireplace, knocking over a picture frame from the mantle. He deepened the kiss and let one hand wrap around Kit’s waist, pulling him flush against his body, no room to escape.
Breathlessly, Kit gripped the fabric of Roman’s shirt and pulled away for a moment. “Can I?” He dragged his fingers over the buttons, looking up for approval. Roman nodded, then pressed his lips against Kit’s once more. As their mouths worked together, Kit began undoing each of the buttons on his shirt until he reached the last.
“You don’t know how fucking hard I was when you left my office earlier,” Roman panted.
“No one’s ever talked to me like that. I do the demanding, and I do the yelling. No one at that office has a spine the way you do, and it’s so goddamn sexy.”
Kit bit his lip and gave a small, giddy laugh. “You thought it was sexy?” he asked, reaching up to run his hand over Roman’s chest.
“So fucking sexy,” he repeated. Roman tugged his shirt off and tossed it to the ground.