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Corrupting: Hot Guys with Glasses, #1
Corrupting: Hot Guys with Glasses, #1
Corrupting: Hot Guys with Glasses, #1
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Corrupting: Hot Guys with Glasses, #1

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He's a handsome geek. She's a curvy artist. What will happen when these opposites attract?

Layla
I've finally built a life I'm proud of.
It's unconventional, it's eclectic, and it's the complete opposite of what my parents demanded of me.
When I meet Dwight, I can see the hidden passion under the stuffy polo shirt.
He's sexy, smart, and he makes me want to get him dirty.
I always did like a guy with glasses.
But can we be happy together when we're so very different?

This is a Steamy Short Story Romance. No Cliffhangers. This is the first in the Hot Geeks series, but it can also be read as a standalone. If you love short romances with steamy scenes and a sweet love story, then you'll love this book.

Don't miss the rest of the series:
Seducing Hot Guys with Glasses - Lincoln's story
Charming Hot Guys with Glasses - Mateo's story
Tempting Hot Guys with Glasses - Wesley's story

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"I love all of Liz Fox's books. I am a fan for life. Romantic, erotic, and happy ever after." 5-Star Review ★★★★★
"Liz Fox does it again with another fantastic story!" 5-Star Review ★★★★★

LanguageEnglish
Release dateDec 8, 2024
ISBN9798227228581
Corrupting: Hot Guys with Glasses, #1

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    Corrupting - Liz Fox

    ​Chapter 1

    ​Dwight

    I’m a bit early to the convention center and there are quite a few people already milling around, chatting over coffee and pastries. I bypass the breakfast buffet. I have a morning routine—green tea, organic probiotic yogurt, and a piece of whole grain toast. After some research and experimentation, I discovered the optimal combination of energy and flavors. I rarely deviate from them.

    Checking my watch, I realize the activities are about to begin. My business partners, particularly Wesley, thought a team-building and creativity workshop would be beneficial to our company, TetraTech.

    We all have to be there, Wesley lectured me when I suggested I stay behind so that someone remained to man the company. It isn’t often I’m annoyed by my business partners, but this time his tone seemed particularly prissy, and I was tempted to tell him to shut up.

    It’s just one day, Lincoln added, adjusting his glasses. It’s a great way to bond with our employees and set a good example.

    I’ll be glad to get out of the office for a day. Mateo leaned back in one of the luxury leather office chairs he insisted we purchase. With his voice added to the mix, I was outnumbered.

    Which is how I find myself in some kind of business park a few blocks away from our building. Apparently, businesses can rent space here for professional events.

    Even though my partners had to talk me into this, once I make a decision, I go all in. That includes this training. To minimize disruptions, I decide to head to the bathroom before everything starts.

    Walking over to the urinal and unzipping my pants, I go through the rest of my weekly schedule in my head. My mind is constantly turning problems over, searching for faster, more efficient ways to get things done.

    The distinctive sound of a woman walking in heels echoes through the bathroom. The discordant noise jars me from my thoughts. Women don’t belong in the men’s restroom. Automatically, I turn to explain that she’s in the wrong place, only to be struck thoughtless—an extremely rare occurrence.

    A stunning, whimsically beautiful woman stands before me.

    Her hair is a delightful blend of pinks and violets. It matches the knee-length purple tutu-like skirt. A white tank top displays the stunning artwork tattooed all over her arms. Her lips are thin and playful; a bold lilac lipstick makes them pop. A vision of them wrapped around my cock has me unconsciously squeezing said appendage.

    She’s not willowy or paper-thin like all those silly models guys seem to drool for. God, no. Had she been born centuries ago, she would have been Botticelli’s favorite muse.

    I shouldn’t be staring at a young lady while holding my manhood in my right hand, but I simply can’t take my eyes off her. She is curvy, pale, and gorgeous in a way that enthralls me.

    Like a starship going from idling to warp speed, my thoughts come back online, and all of them are focused on this woman and her wickedly amused grin.

    "There’s a line for the women’s restroom, and I didn’t want to

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