Working Out West (Polished P & P Book 3) by Lila Rose
College student West Millbrook is in financial dire straits since his overbearing parents refuse to support him when he moves away to study. His solution is working for the Polished P & P company which will also give him the freedom to be himself.
All he has to do is be an escort who sells his company, not his body. Easy, right?
It is until he meets Russian god Adrik Hail.
Wealthy businessman Adrik is lonely. His solution is to pay for no-strings-attached company. He doesn’t have time to waste impressing someone, nor does he want anyone to think they can weasel their way into his life. He’s a busy man who likes organization, and hiring someone from Polished means he’s the one in control.
Then adorable West walks through the door, changing everything. Now Adrik’s mind and body want more from the man, who is as sweet as he is kind. Adrik just needs to find a way of working out West.
Content warning: Please be aware this book contains torture, it may be a trigger for some readers. Proceed with caution.
Note: This is book #3 in the Polished P & P mm romance series, but it can be read as a standalone.
Book one: Wreck Me Forever
Book two: Never a Saint
Excerpt Working Out West by Lila Rose
“Beef stroganoff,” Mr. Hail stated as he put his own bowl down and sat.
I smiled. I didn’t let it wither when he just stared at me, giving me nothing. Instead, I said, “Thank you. It looks and smells amazing.” I picked up my fork and took a mouthful, moaning as the taste exploded in my mouth. I opened my eyes, which I hadn’t realized I’d closed, to see Mr. Hail had been watching me still. He didn’t pick up his fork until I nodded and mumbled, “It’s great.”
He grunted and started eating. Silence rent the room except for our forks and the slight sound of munching. I really didn’t do well when things got quiet. In fact, I got more nervous. I felt like I needed to speak and make things comfortable, but I was fighting myself, unsure Mr. Hail was looking for someone to start dribbling shit about nothing in general.
So, I would sit there in silence.
I had to, because he certainly wasn’t saying anything.
Silence was good.
Oh, look over there to the row of floor-to-ceiling windows that I can jump out. I just have to move the transparent curtains. Why do people get see-through curtains? Wait, it looks like there’s a balcony. At least I won’t have to climb out a window.
Yep, silence was so much fun.
Well, what do we have here? There’s a dead plant sitting in a pot at the end of the row of windows. Maybe the silence killed it.