Kirjahaku

I never thought I was the relationship type. My life was sorted, or so I thought. At 42, I have never felt more fit and healthy, and I enjoyed my work. When hunky ex-army major James McKenzie joined my consulting team, everything changed. He was breathtakingly attractive. And married. I settled for a comfortable, productive, and kindred friendship. And yet, as time passed, I sensed something more under his cool, calm and in-control exterior. Was it merely wishful thinking?

Meeting rugged businessman Peter Tesler was an unexpected gift that turned a delayed layover into a mindblowing encounter. Airports are special places that exist outside of our normal lives. The stress, fatigue, and disconnected transience of modern long-distance air travel can all conspire to amplify our desires and lower our inhibitions. Peter was hot. We wanted each other. And by the grace of a few mislabeled suitcases half a world away, we were given one night of perfect paradise. Was this just another travel tryst? Or was there more? But how could there be more when our destinies laid on diverging paths.

Maxwell Rowcroft was a man's man in every way. Built like Eros, and gifted with more charm than all the Muses combined. He was also a self-centered, narcissistic asshole. Working with him was an exercise in dancing on eggshells. The merger that brought Maxwell into my life held great promise for my career. But his machinations could end that promise. If I were to establish myself in the new organization, I must perfect the dance with Maxwell. Flattery fed the angel within him. Everything else fed the demon. I loathed Maxwell, and I wanted him. My lust was the only thing standing between my sanity and his psychopathy. As his behavior worsened, fantasy became harder to separate from reality...

Mind-blowing sex with a tall, dark and handsome stranger at a soccer game - what's not to like? Todd Dagher was hot; our bodies sang together. But I liked my uncomplicated life. My work was everything to me and, when the urge arose, I had random, casual, hookups... So why couldn't I just leave these encounters with Todd straightforward and purely casual? Why was I compelled to push for more? Why him? Hell, I couldn't even work out if he liked me When tragedy struck out of the blue, I suddenly found myself having to choose between staying with the potential-filled unknown that is Todd, or returning to the known world of online hookups.

I thought moving back in with my parents, between law school and a new career, was going to be boring. Then I met Matt Jones; talented engineer and hot wrestling coach. I liked him, and the feeling was mutual. We hit it off and struck up an easy friendship. Jill, my college friend-with-benefits, joked one day that Matt would be an ideal guy with whom to pop my gay cherry. Did she have a point? Or was it just more of our free and fluid banter? I began to wonder if my sexual interest in Matt was also mutual. Strangely, however, Matt didn't seem to realize just how attractive, or talented, he was. And his relationship with his wife appeared oddly distant and strained...