Geeky meets kinky in this second too-hot-to-handle novel in the Slices of Pi series by RITA-nominated author Elia Winters, which follows the erotic adventures of the employees at PI Games, a gaming company based out of sultry Florida.
Iris Parker never planned on ending up in HR because, let’s face it: HR isn’t the most glamorous position in the world. She took a comfortable job and always planned on leaving when something better came along, but before she knows it, she’s thirty and the HR director for PI Games. Even though she likes her coworkers, there’s no excitement in the job for her, and Iris is worried that she’ll lose her spark. Luckily, Iris’s romantic life provides some thrills—living the confirmed bachelor life, when she wants her bed warm, she can find company, and in her sights at the moment is the cute pastry chef at her favorite bakery.
Owen Hobbs has noticed the gorgeous businesswoman making eyes at him when she comes in for coffee and sweets, but he’s not the type of guy who dates much anymore. Unfortunately for him, it didn’t take long in his sporadic dating history to learn that most women aren’t interested in taking charge in bed, which is what he really craves. Working early mornings at the bakery keeps him from the nightlife where he might meet someone who can fulfill his needs, so he’s resigned himself to fantasies and pretty much given up on the dating scene altogether. But when Iris’s advances become too much to resist, Owen finds himself revealing his desire to be sexually dominated…the only question is, is she the right woman for the job?
Owen gave a self-deprecating laugh, eyes still covered under his arm. “I can’t believe you homed in on me like that. This isn’t shit I just out and tell people.”
That basically confirmed Iris’s suspicions. “So, what? You like women to boss you around during sex? That’s cool.” She shrugged. “I’m sure lots of guys are into that.”
“Yes, maybe lots of guys are into it, but lots of girls are very much not into it.” Owen slid his arm an inch farther up onto his forehead and peeked at her from under it. “You didn’t have to do that, you know. I’m perfectly capable of having normal sex.”
“That was normal sex.” Iris leaned up on her elbow. “Just with a little special kind of dirty talk.”
Owen shook his head. “I probably should have asked you about that before we got into bed, but I didn’t think it would come up.”
“There were some signs.” Iris shrugged. She was surprised by how sheepish Owen was still acting about it—he should own his quirks and his kinks, even if they weren’t for everybody. “I’m not offended, you know. That was really sexy. I’ve never done any of that before.”
“Well, you’ve really got a knack for it.” Owen put both hands behind his head, clearly relaxing more now that it was obvious Iris was cool with their conversation and what they’d just done.
“So do you do that sort of thing a lot?” Iris wasn’t sure what sort of thing she meant, whether it was the bossiness or something more.
“Like I said, women aren’t really into it. So no, not as much as I’d like.” He looked up at the ceiling.
Iris pillowed her head on his shoulder, not really because she wanted the closeness, but to convey her okayness with the situation, in case he needed further reassurance. “I didn’t really see it coming. You seem pretty in charge at the bakery and everything.”
“Yeah, they’re different sides of me.” Owen didn’t say more, and Iris didn’t press the issue.
She had a feeling his interest in this sort of thing ran deeper than he was letting on. “You’re not just sort of into this, are you?”
He pursed his lips. “No, it’s not a small passing interest, if that’s what you mean.”
Shame that he couldn’t find a partner. “There are websites, right? Places to meet people who like what you’re into?”
“I’m a baker, Iris.” Owen sighed. “I get to work at four in the morning. I go to bed before it’s even dark out. That doesn’t lead to a very active social life. Gatherings for people like me, they happen at night.”
“So you’ve looked into it.” Iris felt a twinge of pity for the guy, having this kink with no one to explore it with. “That sucks.”
“Tell me about it.” Owen let one arm drift down over Iris’s back, his fingers coming to rest just above the curve of her hip. “It’s why I don’t really date anymore. It’s just easier to be alone, maybe have some casual flings, rather than be with someone who can’t give me what I need. Want. What I want.”
Elia Winters has always been a New England girl, despite having spent much of her childhood in Florida. She holds a degree in English Literature and teaches at a small rural high school. She dabbles in many genres, but erotic romance has been one of her favorites since she first began sneaking her mother’s romance novels, and now she specializes in writing geeky, kinky romance. Elia currently lives in New England with her loving husband, their cat, and a tame mourning dove.