The Leading Man
by K. Sterling
After years of waiting for the perfect man, Declan Wallace may resort to beating them off with a stick. Despite being the most charming man in LA and a powerful film producer, he hasn't had a lot of luck finding Mr. Right. Or even Mr. More-Than-A-Hook-Up.
Wade Beckett is the last man you'd expect to be an introvert and suffer from near crippling anxiety but that's life for you. If he had a nickel for every time someone told him he was a gorgeous, strapping viking with hands like tractor tires he wouldn't be broke. If it was actually true, he wouldn't be divorced and living in a sad condo.
Love plays dirty and Declan has to cope with a grueling Upstate New York winter and an impossible love triangle while bringing a movie in on time and under budget.
Declan paused to check his watch then shook his head as he laughed softly. “It has been a long day. I’m glad you were with me. That delay would have sucked and I would have been lonely tonight if I was by myself,” he said as he flashed Wade a cocky grin. Wade knew he was being sincere but he had a feeling Declan wouldn’t have spent the night alone.
“Can I…” Wade’s eyes flared and his mouth hung open as his brain caught up with his lips. WHAT ARE YOU DOING? His brain demanded as he blinked back at Declan. His eyes fell to Declan’s lips and he just didn’t care anymore. “Can I come with you?” He asked softly and Declan’s brows slowly rose to his hairline.
“Well… I was just going to go up to my room and maybe watch a movie and eat this mac and cheese and anything else that isn’t bolted down,” he whispered hoarsely. He licked his lips and Wade gave in. He reached for Declan’s face as he tilted forward then gasped as their lips brushed. It was terrifying. He was kissing a man in front of a hotel. Specifically: HE was kissing a man in front of a hotel. Declan hadn’t moved a muscle or even blinked. Wade squeezed his eyes shut and muttered several curses as he released Declan and stepped back. When he opened his eyes Declan was still frozen.
“I’m so sorry!” Wade whisper screamed as he fisted his hands in his hair. “I just… I don’t know!” He admitted and Declan nodded.
“Ummmm…” He looked down at the plastic bag hanging from his fingers then up at Wade. “I wasn’t expecting…”
“Right. I wasn’t either, obviously,” Wade said then groaned as he pinched the bridge of his nose.
“You can come with me,” Declan said as he gestured toward the hotel’s doors and Wade’s heart slammed against the front of his chest.
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