I meant to send my boss a report and my hookup a jockstrap selfie. I mixed them up.
TREVOR
Between work and engineering classes, I don't have time for a love life. I've got two cats, a friend with benefits, and the best boss in Boston.
Sebastian Price is rich, gorgeous, and would drown in his own inbox without me.
When a rush job lands on Sebastian's desk for Monday, I give up my Valentine's weekend to help, and he buys me dinner that costs more than my weekly groceries.
My friend asks for a peek, so I snap a cheeky picture in the office bathroom, then text my boss about a report.
Twenty minutes later, my friend asks why I sent him a report. I check, and there I am in my boss's texts, with one word underneath.
Read.
SEBASTIAN
Dad warned me an office romance could get me fired.
Easy. I don't have time for anyone, and my assistant is off-limits.
Then my phone lights up with Trevor in a bright green jockstrap. "You and me tonight?"
He bursts into my office, babbling that it was meant for someone else, and I admit I wouldn't have said no.
And I still haven't deleted the photo.
Hardly anyone calls me Seb, so when Trevor does, every rule I've got goes out the window.
One kiss turns into a lot more, and afterward we agree it can never happen again.
We make it as far as the parking garage.
Wrong Message, Right Valentine is a steamy, funny boss-and-assistant M/M office romance with a rich bisexual workaholic, the assistant who keeps his life running, one very misdirected selfie, and a guaranteed HEA. A standalone Valentine's Day read.