Series: Walshes #2
Published by Self-Published on November 18th 2014
Genres: Contemporary Romance
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Some lines are meant to be crossed.
That hair. That fucking hair. It was everywhere, always, and I wanted to tangle my fingers in those dark curls and pull. And that would be fine if she wasn't my apprentice.
Andy Asani was nothing like I expected. She was exotic and scary-brilliant, and the slightest murmur from those lips sent hot, hungry lust swirling through my veins. Outside my siblings, she was the only person I could name who shared my obsession with preserving Boston's crumbling buildings.
My wants were few: good eats, tall boots, hot yoga, interesting work. One incredibly hot architect with the most expressive hazel eyes I ever encountered and entirely too much talent in and out of the bedroom wasn't part of the original plan. Apparently he was part of the package.
Wine was my rabbi and vodka was my therapist, and I needed plenty of both to survive my apprenticeship. Especially with Patrick Walsh leaving love notes in the form of bite marks all over my body.
The second installment features Patrick who is the eldest of the brothers and sisters. He stood out initially for his overall grumpiness and irritability. The man was hard to please. He was known to fire newer employees without hesitation. He couldn’t decide on an a much-needed apprentice either. No one seemed qualified or competent enough. That was up until Andy Asani applied and interviewed for the position.
In all ways Andy was perfect for this job. If you think about it, Andy was the female version of Patrick. She was just as driven, just as sharp and intelligent, also confident and ambitious as he was. The only thing that was holding Patrick from immediately hiring Andy on the spot was the fact that he was attracted to her. It wasn’t just up to him though. His sister Shannon also saw her potential and took the decision out of his hands and hired her that same day.
Just like Patrick anticipated working with Andy was overall difficult and he wasn’t the only feeling this way. Since Andy was working under him they knew that if they gave into what they wanted that both their careers could be put in jeopardy. Yet despite knowing this they eventually take that final step and give in.
“This is terrifying and amazing…I love you, and you’re mine. You’ve been mine from the start, and even before then…”
Was it worth it? Oh yes! It may have taken some time for them to get together but then they did it was well worth the wait. I thought the way the author went with it was beautifully done. There weren’t any awkward moments that I always expect in office romances.
It may have been because Andy and Patrick were just an outstanding couple. Their relationship developed slowly compared to most. They got to know each other on a more personal and professional level before giving into the physical aspect of a relationship. I also appreciated that even though their relationship had evolved into something deeper it never affected their careers… if anything it further enhanced it. I would have to say that the romance for me was beyond fantastic. In all aspects they fit perfectly.
It wasn’t just the romance between Andy and Patrick that had me hooked rather it is the dynamics of the Walsh family itself. We only catch a glimpse into the lives of the other siblings but even so, in each and their own way they were quite fascinating. They definitely gave the series so much more depth and this is the major reason that I will continue to follow this series.
Shifting to face her, he asked, “How’d it go this week, Andy?”
She offered Matt a warm smile, and I scowled. She never smiled at me like that. I considered any reaction from her a victory. What would it take for her to look at me that way?
“Really good. I learned more in five days than the past few years. I think we figured out some interesting things.” Our eyes met over Matt’s head, and she lifted her shoulders, asking for my confirmation.
“Lots of interesting things, Asani.”
Though I was certain she was referring to the projects on deck, I started to catalog everything I learned about her this week.
She loved talking about food and it was one of my new missions in life to keep those conversations going. Eating with her daily was another mission.
Her water always had stuff in it. Mint leaves, cucumber slices, dried hibiscus flowers. I assumed it wasn’t simply decorative.
She could produce measuring tape, Sharpies, and flashlights in the blink of an eye. I don’t know where she hid them, but she whipped them out before I could ask.
She made nerve-wrenchingly sexy sounds when eating anything particularly delicious. I spent the better part of Wednesday afternoon at half-mast because she enjoyed the hell out of some pho and kimchi.
She wore a lot of black but it suited her. It was the ideal contrast to her rich olive skin and dark hair. She seemed altogether too serious for pink or yellow.
She was addicted to lip balm. She stored a quarter-sized pot of balm that smelled like cherries in her pocket, and retrieved it throughout the day. It was her most hypnotic ritual by far. The tip
of her finger would swirl over the pot before swiping her lips, and tasting the balm on her lips became another one of my life missions. Every time she did it, I spent at least five minutes reminding myself that sucking her lip into my mouth would probably result in a knee to my balls.
She always kept small glass jars filled with the most random shit in her Timbuk2 bag. Some days she’d have walnuts or figs. Other days it would be grape tomatoes or dried mushrooms.
I didn’t even know dried mushrooms were a thing, or that anyone would choose to eat them.
“We need to take you out for a drink. Anyone who survives a week with this guy deserves a drink on me,” Matt said. “Not tonight, but you need an official welcome to this madhouse, and to Boston. Next week for sure.”
“I look forward to it.” She gifted him with another smile. My teeth ground together as I stared at Matt in irritation. He needed to stop bothering Andy and get back to his own office.