Me and My Big Mouth

By Becky Black

Max Sagan’s mouth is always getting him in trouble. His special talent for saying the wrong thing at the wrong time to the wrong person makes it hard to hold onto either a job or a boyfriend for long.

When Max is fired yet again, his best friend Noah reluctantly gets Max an interview where he works. Max is grateful, but unsure if a party boy like him will fit in at a stuffy law firm. Then he meets Noah’s gorgeous boss, lawyer Owen Hart, and becomes determined to keep this job.

Others say Owen is far too professional to date an employee, but Max has a plan -- keep his fingers crossed, look cute, and hope it works out. Meanwhile he’s working hard to keep his big mouth shut so he might last an unprecedented entire month at his new job -- long enough, he hopes, to catch Owen’s eye.

• Language: English
• Publisher: JMS Books LLC
• Release date: Apr 10, 2016
• ISBN: 9781634860819

Becky Black

Writer of science fiction and romance.

Book preview

4

Chapter 1

Max slammed the front door, threw his jacket and his house keys on the hallway floor, walked into the living room, and fell onto the sofa flat on his face.

You’re back early.

He lifted his head. Noah was sitting at the dining table, files and notebooks and huge law books open in front of him. Max dropped his head back into the sofa cushions and groaned loudly.

What’s up?

He heard Noah move away from the table, and the arm of the sofa creaked. Max turned on his back to look up. Noah’s dark and concerned face peered down at him.

I got sacked.

Again? Noah sighed. What did you say this time?

What makes you think it was something I said?

I’ve met you before.

Harsh. Though probably fair. But it wasn’t my fault this time, I swear. He asked.

Who asked what?

My boss. Max winced. The bar manager. He asked how come he never had any luck with women. Come to think of it, it might have been one of those rhetorical questions.

But you answered it anyway.

It just slipped out. I kind of said he might do better if he didn’t model his facial hair after 1970s porno actors.

Max… Noah shook his head. He hadn’t face-palmed this time at least.

Well, it’s true! And helpful. I gave him useful information he can act on. He should be grateful.

How many times have I told you, you should never tell your boss the truth?

Are you saying you never tell that guy Owen the truth?

"No, I meant you, specifically you, Max Sagan, should never tell your boss the truth."

I was brought up to be honest.

"I know. I was there. But there’s honest and there’s oh, my God, stop talking now."

Max sighed and sat up. He picked up the remote from the coffee table and pointed it at the Blu-ray player. The opening credits of Thor: The Dark World started playing.

It’s for the best, he said. Work was really cutting into my perving at Chris Hemsworth time.

Noah took the remote from him and turned off the movie. So what next?

I should go back to concentrating on my long-term project of finding a sugar daddy. He liked that project. It involved getting plenty of beauty sleep. Or I could sell my hair.

Noah clicked his tongue. Mum would kill me if I let you sell your hair. Besides, you can only do that once. Or at least only once every couple of years. And nice as your hair is, I don’t see it bringing you in enough to live on for two years.

Max pulled his long blond ponytail over his shoulder and combed his fingers through it. As good as the hair was, it had so far failed to snag him even a steady boyfriend, never mind a sugar daddy.

So I suppose it’s time to go on the game after all.

"Shut up. You know