The Lunch Gig

By Ethan McCaffrey

Randy is a typical guy working a typical job at a typical company in a typical city. He also plays bass guitar in a band with fellow employees. He sees a pretty girl in the cafeteria line, but figures he has no chance with her...until he starts playing. It turns out that the girl likes more than his playing...

• Language: English
• Publisher: Ethan McCaffrey
• Release date: Jun 13, 2019
• ISBN: 9780463635100

Ethan McCaffrey

Ethan McCaffrey writes erotic fiction with a unique perspective - he is a hopeless romantic who spins stories of confusion, longing, and loss. There are no sociopaths in his stories, just regular people who have secret pain and sorrow. These people meet and help each other heal from their pain and make their futures brighter. There's plenty of hot action as well, in service of the discovery of feelings reborn and lives redeemed.

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THE

LUNCH GIG

Ethan McCaffrey

COPYRIGHT

The Lunch Gig

Copyright © 2019 by Ethan McCaffrey

Licensed material is being used for illustrative purposes only.

This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance

to any person living or dead is entirely coincidental.

All rights reserved

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without written permission from Ethan McCaffrey.

Published in the United States of America

WARNING

This story contains graphic sexual descriptions of consensual sex between adults. If stories which feature scenes that go into great detail when relaying such acts offends you, please do not buy or read this book.

Please keep out of reach of anyone 18 years of age

Before the Gig

There she is again. I’ve seen her before, always at the cafeteria. Every time I see her, she is striking. She’s taller than most and had a dark complexion that is uncommon for the women around here. She was wearing a sexy flowered dress that stopped halfway up her thigh, forming to her body perfectly. Her large shock of brunette hair had streaks of blonde mixed in and was always beautiful. And she always looked lost for some reason.

Today, she was looking around for something to eat for lunch. She had a habit of standing on her toes when she was looking for things, which I found fascinating. I was entering the food area, basically doing the same thing she was but not making quite the spectacle of myself. I settled on