T L Swan

In T L Swan's steamy third installment of the Miles High Club, Kate's hot new pen pal is a welcome distraction from her horrible boss. But nobody is as distracting as Elliot Miles...and he knows it. My favorite hobby is infuriating Elliot Miles. Just the sight of my boss's handsome face triggers my sarcasm. God knows how he earns his Casanova reputation--if a million women want him with his personality, what the heck am I doing wrong? Disgusted with my love life, I join a dating app under a fake name. I start chatting to a man named Edgar. He's not my type and lives on the other side of the world, but we hit off a friendship, laugh and confide in each other. But lately things are getting weird at work. Elliot's being...attentive. His eyes linger a little longer than they should, and there's a heat behind them that I haven't felt before. And then, in the shock of all shocks, he tells me that my vulnerability is appealing. But when was I vulnerable? Horror dawns...Has my boss been reading my emails to Edgar? Damn it, why did I use my work email? Oh no, does he know what I really think of him? I'd rather die than ever admit it. Or, even worse: is it possible that the man I loathe in real life is the man I'm falling for online?

The Casanova

Genesis (@whisperingchapters)

Elliott thinking in his head it would be easy to fall for Kate, even though he doesn’t do relationships.

Lucy

“And you could be a normal boring guy and fall for me.”

That would be the easiest thing in the world to do

Elliott being possessive of Kate over her flatmate, Daniel.

Daniel’s grip around my waist tightens. “Go to hell.”

“I said. Get. Your. Fucking. Hands. Off. Her.”

Elliott realising Kate may be what he needs, even though he doesn’t do relationships.

He presses his lips together as if stopping himself from saying something out loud.

“I don’t know what I need anymore,” he whispers as he stares at me.

Elliott being jealous of Kate talking to other men, when he was doing the same at the dinner.

“Let’s go and get a drink somewhere,” Charles says. “I want to get out of here too.”

“The only place you’ll be going is to the fucking morgue,” Elliott growls from behind us.

Charles turns. “Mr Miles,” he stammers.

Elliott glares at him. “Get out of my fucking sight.”

“And just so you know, if one of my brothers made a play for you? They wouldn’t survive it.”

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