Llewellyn "Llew" Dane lives for his job, or rather, to pay down his student loans. He enjoys what he does, but also appreciates the eye-candy provided by Marc Temple, a senior manager. A pair of jeans had never looked so good on a man.<br><br>In the open-minded atmosphere of the company where people date each other constantly, it would be easy to approach Marc and announce his interest. But Llew has been rejected so often by men in the past that he doesn't see the point in trying. And yeah, he's broke. How impressive would that be to a man like Marc?<br><br>Turns out, Marc doesn't care about such things, and he has his eye on Llew, even if crossed lines of communication and serious self-doubt make a possible romance complicated. Llew needs to learn to relax and enjoy life. And maybe, give Marc a chance to show him how.

So Into You

When I got the bottle, I leaned against the bar, sipping the brew while I watched everyone’s antics. Yeah, some folks couldn’t dance, but they had fun trying. Marc took turns with each staff member, and the way his hips moved got me hard, despite my intentions to the contrary. I drank more beer.


“Your turn,” Marc said in my ear sometime later, and I barely repressed a shiver.


He took me by the hand and led me to the dance floor, which wasn’t as packed as last Friday, but still plenty full. All my inhibitions left as the music flowed through me, like always, and I saw Marc’s eyeswiden a bit before a grin took over his face, and we had a dance-off, of sorts.


Too many songs later, and perhaps not enough, I staggered off the floor in search of a bottle of water. “You’ve got some moves, Llew. I would never have thought you could let loose like that.” And there went my euphoria.


Chapter 6