About Full Disclosure
Author: Sean Michael
Word Count: 20,000
Page Count (pdf): 78
ISBN: 978-1-988377-53-7
Date Published: April 10, 2017
Publisher: Sean Michael
Price: 2.99
Genre: Contemporary BDSM
Pairing: MM
Series name and number: n/a
Heat Rating:
Summary:
Samuel never thought the hardest thing about being a lawyer would be keeping his admin staff, but with Jeannie now leaving on pregnancy leave, he’s gone through five since he became a partner. His newest assistant is Jarrod, a man who just might fulfill all his fantasies, even the ones he didn’t know he had.
Jarrod has been hired to find out if Samuel is the leak, the person selling confidential information to the firm’s opponents. He thinks it’s going to be a run of the mill job until he actually meets his new boss, and then all bets are off. Samuel triggers every one of his Dom tendencies and he knows instinctively exactly what Samuel needs to have all his fantasies fulfilled.
Can Samuel and Jarrod survive the investigation and their attraction to each other or is it all going to come tumbling down in pieces?
Previously released through a different publisher. Also currently available in the At the Office anthology.
Excerpt:
Chapter One
“I’m sorry, Mr. Cavanaugh.”
Samuel bit back his sigh. Damn it. He didn’t need this right now. He had a presentation due to the partners in three days, a major case heading to court in four weeks, and he was in the middle of a move.
“Jeannie. Is it an issue of money? I’m more than willing to discuss a salary bump.”
Those pretty blue eyes welled with tears, perfectly coiffed blonde hair not moving an inch as she shook her head. “No. No, I told you. Rick and I are finally pregnant and the doctor says I have to quit right now.”
Fuck.
Just fuck.
“Okay. Not even two weeks’ notice, huh?” He smiled over at her, trying to stem the flow of tears. “I don’t suppose you can work from bed?”
If someone had told him ten years ago that the hardest part of being a senior partner at Bailey, Billings, Haring and Weir was going to be keeping admin staff, he’d have laughed.
Three years in this big steel and chrome office with its own bathroom and little wet bar, three years of being a biggie-wow and he was about to start looking for admin assistant number five. Damn it. He liked Jeannie.
“You’ll be fine. You will. HR knows how busy you are, how important, they’ll get you someone.” She stood, held out one hand. “You…you take care of yourself, won’t you? You…you work so hard.”
Right. Like he couldn’t work hard now.
“All your files are accessible and the presentation for tomorrow is—”
“Right where you need them. I’ve even backed everything up. Karen has been working with me on the Riker case, so she’ll be the one you go to.”
Oh, shit. Which one was Karen? He nodded to the chair and grabbed a pen without shaking her hand. “You can give me an hour, Jeannie. Now, tell me, which one is—”
“Karen. Tall, looks like a Lithuanian weightlifter with an anger management problem.”
“Right. Now, tell me about where the Riker deps are right this second.”
He started scribbling furiously as Jeannie sat back down. Maybe he could just keep talking until she went into labor…
***
Jarrod adjusted his tie, cursing his choice in going with the dove grey suit. Sure it looked good on him, but the only tie he had that really popped with it was a light pink one—a thin light pink one—and he could never get the thing to lie just right no matter how many times he adjusted it.
He slid his hand down its length again and then went over the file he’d been given on Samuel Cavanaugh to distract himself.
Thirty-three, a graduate from SMU at the top of his class, great references, had been with BBH&W for ten years, a partner for the last three. There was no reason to believe the man was selling inside information, except that someone was, and the culprit had been narrowed down to three people.
Jarrod had been assigned to Samuel Cavanaugh to find out if he was the traitor.
The elevator dinged softly and he got off, along with several women in high heels and business suits. He stopped one and asked for directions to Mr. Cavanaugh’s office.
She gave him an appreciative once-over and smiled. “It’s at the far end of the hall. The big office in the corner—you can’t miss it! His assistant left so you’ll have to knock on the door and announce yourself. Unless you’d like me to take you…”
“No, I think I can manage just fine, but thank you very much.”
He smiled and nodded, made sure he looked friendly. The other assistants would be a great resource. He’d have to remember that and make sure he did lunch with them regularly. He’d also have to remember not to question them like he was cross-examining them.
The door to Cavanaugh’s office was slightly ajar, so he knocked sharply on it, and pushed it open the rest of the way.
The first thing he saw was a mass of dark auburn curls, carefully shaved on the sides and back, but uncontrolled and metallic and back lit as Cavanaugh bent over a laptop. Then bright blue-grey eyes looked at him through black-rimmed glasses. “Can I help you?”
Oh wow. He’d known Cavanaugh was a good-looking guy, he’d seen the man’s HR file, after all, but what the photo couldn’t show was Cavanaugh’s presence. Strong and in charge, that’s what Cavanaugh’s whole attitude radiated. And it just made the strong, square-jawed face that much more handsome.
Jarrod knew the man was gay—he wasn’t in the closet at all—and that was one of the reasons he’d been chosen for this task. Not that anyone expected him to sleep with Cavanaugh, just that the men in charge seemed to think it would give them a connection Cavanaugh wouldn’t make with a female operative, and Jarrod hadn’t expected that to matter.
But then he hadn’t expected to want to spread Cavanaugh over his desk and fuck him into next week, either.