No, no, she doesn't get it back to him until nearly 2 days later. And it's not like he's missing his phone for a few hours. Because how, HOW, does someone not realize they've lost their phone? ESPECIALLY a work-a-holic businessman like Graham? I find that very unbelievable. She picks it up and plans to return it to him.īut here's where my first - admittedly small, especially compared to later parts of the book - problem comes up. The heroine and hero were on the same train one morning, and in his hurry, he somehow dropped his phone. Here's the thing: the basic premise for the book - or rather, the premise for the first 30% of the book or so (more on this shortly) - had such potential to be fun and sexy. I'm all for those two things, so of course I grabbed it. After doing a little poking around Goodreads to see what people had to say, it seemed like a good deal of my GR friends loved this book, and their reviews made it sound like a fun and sexy read. I've not read either author, but I've seen their books around and know that some readers I follow recommend them. When I was scrolling through my library's Overdrive to see what audiobooks were currently available (seriously - like, 90% of their romance audiobooks have a wait list on any given day), I noticed Stuck-Up Suit.
And I certainly wasn't prepared for where I'd wind up when the ride was over.Īll good things must come to an end, right?Įxcept our ending was one I didn't see coming. Nothing could have prepared me for the ride he took me on. When we finally came face to face, we found out opposites sometimes do more than attract―we consumed each other. Yet, you know what they say about opposites. The two of us couldn't have been any more different. I didn't expect to fall for him―all before we even met. I didn't expect our exchanges to be hot as hell. I might have also left behind a dirty picture on it first though. So, I left the phone on the empty desk outside the arrogant jerk's office. When I traipsed my ass across town to his fancy company, he refused to see me. I might have held onto the mystery man's phone for days―until I finally conjured up the courage to return it. I might have gone through all of his photos and called some of the numbers.
So suddenly, he dropped his phone on the way out. When his stop came, he got up suddenly and left. Who did the stuck-up suit think he was.God?Īctually, he looked like a God. He was barking at someone on his phone like he ruled the world.
Until I became mesmerized by the guy sitting across the aisle.
It started out like any other morning on the train.
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