Get Closer: Working It In, #1

By Alyssa Turner

So close, I can almost touch it.

Yet another business trip, and I find myself seated next to a smoking-hot piece of eye candy on my flight to New York. Turns out he's got a special talent for locating the free-spirit I thought I'd lost somewhere at the bottom of my laptop bag. He said it was nice to meet me, but I wouldn't know how nice until we got very familiar with an airplane blanket and each other too. It was a crazy thing to do, just a onetime stunt. So why am I still thinking about him after five years?

The cutie I'm consulting with now at Hunter Railways should be a good distraction, only as my luck would have it, they know each other and it looks like they want to know each other even better. I should just go back to focusing on my career. That's what I'll do…except I can't stop asking myself, what if I could have it all? What if they could too?

• Language: English
• Publisher: Alyssa Turner
• Release date: Dec 29, 2020
• ISBN: 9781393547587

Alyssa Turner

If you asked her, she’d say it all started with her vast collection of paper dolls.  That’s how long Alyssa Turner has been crafting intricate story lines full of twists and turns and memorable characters.  Thirty years later, her stories are now quite grown up.  She writes erotica and erotic romance in all lengths and has been featured in the notable anthologies of Best Women’s Erotica, edited by Violet Blue and several from Rachel Kramer Bussel.  With her proclivity for the ménage genre, Alyssa is often recognized for weaving complexity and emotional depth into her characters and plots. Alyssa has more than several full length novels under her belt and no two stories are the same. For Alyssa, it’s much more fun to try something new.  

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Author’s Note

The Working It In series is part of the Love Has No Regrets collection of ménage and reverse harem books. Books in this collection range from light to darkly romantic tales. There is something for every mood in the LHNR collection. The Working It Series is a spin off from the book Make Me. In the Working It In series, you’ll find characters reflecting the diversity of the city where they work and finally find some time to play.

Welcome to the daily grind

There’s always a better position, a bigger salary, a more impressive bio. It’s time the ambitious young professionals at Hunter Railways national headquarters learn to feel something more than their hunger for success. Kyle Hunter has just taken his place as Chairman of the board of directors of his family empire. With his girlfriend on one arm and his boyfriend on the other, he’s the best person to show them all the meaning of work / life balance. Happiness isn’t always about working things out. Sometimes the best thing to do is work it in.

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Chapter One

Chloe

One thousand two hundred and forty-five days. That is how long it’d been since I’d had sex. I loved my job, truly I did, and the long hours and stressful deadlines were paying off. They were…but…it’d been one thousand two hundred and forty-five days and the last time I’d went that long, I ended up letting pent-up sexual frustration run rampant with a perfect freaking stranger.

Here’s what happened…

Welcome back, Ms. Pierce. Glad you're joining us today.

I looked up and responded to the attendant’s perky greeting with the congenial smile I used for account execs and their bosses. Good morning, Mandy. Full house, huh? Bet you’re ready for the weekend.

I’d flown that Chicago to New York air shuttle so many mornings before, I could use my frequent flyer miles to get to the moon. Mandy and the other regular flight attendants treated me practically like family. Once again, buttoned up in my most conservative of business suits, I was the perfect image of corporate sterility, predictability, reliability. Ugh, what happened to me? Two years as a Transportation Analyst and my life seemed like an endless blur of meetings and data reports. Work had become who I was, not what I did, and I almost didn’t recognize the person in the mirror anymore. That girl, the one who even surprised herself half of the time—I wanted her back.

There was movement in the next seat, and I glanced sideways at the reckless looking guy in a tight-fitting skater tee and a sexy buzz cut raising the sun shield on the window. The warm rays hit my face and washed his dirty blond stubble in an amber glow. What a contrast between the two of us, though he looked to be about my age, twenty-six. He removed his sunglasses from his collar and placed them on the tray table along with his cell phone, then flashed a smile when he caught me stealing a glimpse of his bad-boy looks. I smiled back, but immediately returned to my papers.

May I have your attention, please? Mandy’s tone hinted we weren’t going to like what she had to say. LaGuardia is experiencing some difficulties with several of their runways due to bad weather rolling through the New York metro area. We expect about an hour delay on departure.

Above the loud hiss of the ventilation system, a united sigh of disappointment flooded the cabin, and I called the office to let them know I’d be pressed to make the morning staff meeting on time. It seemed everyone was making calls, including my temporary neighbor.

When I finished, I couldn't help but overhear, though he was careful to speak softly. …keep still. I’ll have a taste of you soon, but not yet. I just want to look at you first.

I ducked behind my papers and smiled privately to myself, assuming, of course, that he was talking to his girlfriend. The call went on for five minutes or so, making me blush at his words.

Lucky girl, I mused. But it was odd that he didn't seem to say goodbye or end the conversation in any recognizable way. He simply finished with, …and every last drop of you is delicious. Then, he ended the call.

I looked away—stared intentionally across the aisle to hide the guilt displayed on my face for eavesdropping. The moisture in my panties was thankfully not as obvious.

Don’t worry, he whispered, leaning slightly closer with a playful smirk. I’m not a serial obscene phone caller. When I turned to him with a frown, he smiled. Well, not exactly.

What exactly did that mean?

I’m Russel. Sorry if that offended you, he said with a more tempered look on his face. You flying on business?

Yes, I responded tightly, picking up reading where I left off on my reports. He was cute as hell, but that didn’t mean he wasn’t a nut job.

Russel sighed. Really, I don’t bite, what you heard—that was just work. Lots of women are willing to pay good money for a little phone sex to brighten their day. He looked bashful about it all of a sudden, glancing at the phone sitting on the tray table in front of him. Thirty bucks a pop. Paid for grad school doing it.

Sounds wild, I said, with a tentative glance.

Yeah, well, it was big fun when I first started—beat the hell out of waiting tables, I’ll tell you that. But after five years, I’m tired of it.

Really? I was fascinated.

You do something for long enough it eventually becomes like any other job—same ole, same ole, ya know? I make like fifteen, twenty calls a day sometimes…you know, to my regulars.

Ever catch them at a bad time? I mean…it can’t always be convenient to talk like that.

He laughed. I do all the talking. ‘Bout the only thing I ever hear them say is ‘excuse me, I’ve got to take this.’

Why don’t they call you? Is it always a surprise? My mouth was open with a wondrous grin, my head shaking slowly as I absorbed what he told me. Never had I heard of such a thing.

They know approximately when I’ll call, but not exactly. It’s more impulsive that way—makes them feel chased after…desired, I guess.

Hmm, I said with an ironic chuckle.

What’s funny?

I was sitting here thinking about how my corporate career was suffocating the life out of me, and secretly envying you.

Envying me? He cocked his head to the side with real interest.

You seemed like such a rebel. Now I know you’re just a slave to the system like I am.

He laughed with me. A corporate slave and a phone whore, what a pair.

I held out my hand. I’m Chloe.

Great to meet you, Chloe. His smile was genuine, as sexy as his softly creased hazel eyes and broad cheekbones.

Do you ever meet these women in person? It would’ve been a shame if they had no idea how ridiculously hot he was.

No, only phone sex. Never the real deal with my clients. He laughed again. Anyway, I get way more action on the phone than I can handle, believe me. He scratched his chin and gazed at me for a moment before exploring the reading material stashed in the seat pocket in front of him.

I could say that I didn’t know what possessed me. It would be easy to claim temporary insanity or a bipolar episode, PMS, or an out-of-body experience. Anything would be easier than admitting the truth. I simply wanted to do something outrageous for a change. I felt