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Luck in the Making
by Kelly Wyre
Category: Erotica/Gay-Lesbian Erotica/Romance
Description: For Jeffrey Ross, life is all about disaster management and recovery. Even a ride on the subway presents its challenges. Thankfully, though, Jeffrey works for Maxwell Clark, who not only notices difficult struggles and brave deeds, he believes in easing the first by rewarding the second. And this Valentine's Day, Clark's decides that Jeffrey is long overdue for some sweet strokes of manmade good fortune.
eBook Publisher: Torquere Press/Sips, 2012 www.torquerepress.com
eBookwise Release Date: February 2012
 
6 Reader Ratings:
Available eBook Formats: OEBFF Format (IMP) [35 KB]
Words: 6612
Reading time: 18-26 min.
Jeffrey trotted across a wide street and up to Glow's oversized, wooden front doors. Inside it was warm, the atmosphere cheerful and homey. Glow opened at three on weekdays, and already several of the booths were occupied by animated patrons. The televisions were on, tuned to sports and news, and Jeffrey had to duck under garish pink hearts and fat babies with arrows that hung from the ceiling from sparkling accordion paper. It was the first year Clark had ever paid attention to Cupid's holiday, and Jeffrey tried to muster some semblance of good cheer.
"Where the hell have you been?" hissed a voice just before a hand clutched Jeffrey by the shoulder strap and started dragging him toward the bar and the kitchen.
"Aw, miss me?" Jeffrey quipped, stumbling along behind Heather, his Suicide Girl Wannabe coworker. Today her hair was pink, and her clothing looked like something out of Lolita's closet.
"You don't show up for work three days running, don't call, don't text, and that's the best you can come up with?" Heather came to a halt in a nook near the swinging door leading into Ken the cook's domain. The new guy, Neil of Too Many Piercings, was behind the bar where Clark usually took up residence. Neil was nice enough, but weird. Quiet, soft-spoken, and pretty if you could get around the whole human pincushion thing, but the weird trumped. God only knew where Clark had found Neil. The boss did love to bring in strays. Jeffrey had to admit, though, that Neil's long, blond hair was definitely a bonus and would be awesome wrapped around Jeffrey's--
"Hello?" Heather said, arms crossed and red eyeliner making her charmingly demonic.
"Sorry," Jeffrey muttered, facing Heather with hands in his pockets. "Had to blow out candles on Mom's commitment paperwork."
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