Hayden Owens is just a typical graduate student working his way through school as a barista for the Owens Coffee Company -- no relation. But he keeps the "no relation" part to himself when he meets dashing, older Neal Kirchner, a successful architect from an old-money family. Hayden doesn't exactly lie, but he figures it can't hurt for Neal to believe he's a rich kid. After all, Hayden doesn't want Neal thinking he's a gold digger.<br><br>Neal Kirchner is Asian Indian and British decent. His parents became Christians, shoving their heritage to the side. Neal has returned to the customs and religion his grandmother cherished. On top of being a very successful architect he's heir to the Indian Rose Tea Company, a business that's been in his family for generations.<br><br>Neal's passion is high performance cars and he meets Hayden at a fundraiser for the automotive engineering department of Clemson University. They are immediately smitten with each other. The closer they become, the harder it gets for Hayden to come clean. Something always seems to get in the way. When a company bankruptcy and a jilted, vindictive woman threaten to expose his charade, Hayden thinks it's all gone down the drain. Luckily Neal is ready with some innocent trickery of his own, but will their relationship survive?

High Test

Staring intently at his project, Neal sucked his lower lip between his teeth. He combed the fingers of his free hand through his hair. It was more disheveled than normal, and a few thick strands had fallen out of place and lay across his forehead. When Neal put the end of his pencil in his mouth and moved his jaw so the pencil bobbed around a little bit, Hayden’s cock gave a slight twitch.


Neal stopped what he was doing and looked up. “I had that being watched feeling.” He closed the sketchbook and smiled. “I thought I’d get a bit of work done.”


“Oh, that’s what I always go for. The cute work ethic,” Neal teased and stood up to stretch. The robe fell open, giving Hayden a glimpse of bronze skin with a dark line of hair running along his midline to vanish beneath blue-and-gray boxers. “I’d better start getting ready.” He closed his laptop and shoved it into a carry bag.


Chapter 38