It’s Friday night, and expert business accountant Tamsin Clair is trapped in tax season hell. Snowed under with her incompetent boss’s late invoices, she dreams of a life with less stress and more meaning.
Gorgeous Aussie plant technician Barry McCracken doesn't much enjoy his Friday night workload either. But he always looks forward to his little chats with the super-hot accountant he respectfully calls “Ms. Clair”.
Barry’s broad accent and relaxed speech has most Americans believing he’s a little mentally-challenged, affectionately earning him the nickname "Slowpoke".
Tamsin knows better. Left alone in the office together, the two find they have much more in common than just crazy work hours.
But can Tamsin trust the hunky Aussie with her secret...a secret that is guaranteed to change how he feels about her?
WARNING: This title contains graphic language, sexual situations, Australian slang and a healthy disregard for the taxation system!
Despite the somber moment, he grinned a little. “See, the thing is, I love accents. And being an Aussie here in America? Well, every woman I talk to is a wonderful exotic treat. Even you California girls.” He gave me a tiny wink. “But I’m a sucker for that southern lilt.”
“Are you kidding me?”
“Yeah, I know, people here have a certain view of folks from the south. But I don’t have that baggage. I’m from way further south, anyway.” He closed his eyes as if he was actually hearing the accent he loved so much. “I tell ya, I can’t get enough of it.”
The hunger in his voice made my lips quiver. All of them. Without really thinking about it, I rested my hand on his arm. “Bazz. There’s something I’d love to tell you…but I don’t know if I can…”
He looked at my hand for a moment before reality stepped in. He pulled away and started to leave. “Um, maybe I should finish the rest of the office, Ms. Clair.”
“Hey! You were calling me Tamsin.”
“Figured I should probably not.”
“Well…nah. I feel stupid.”
He didn’t turn back to me. “I don’t wanna cut another man’s grass.”
“I thought that’d be part of your job.”
If he caught the joke, he didn’t let on. Just turned and stared straight into my eyes. “Means no matter how hot she is, I’m not gonna try it on with a married woman.”
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