The CEO of a PR agency, he’s used to dealing with glamourous and beautiful people. He’s woken up with a lot of them too.
Yet when Carl Carrington, MP and candidate for leader of the opposition, walks into his office, Nihal finds himself a bag of nerves. And that never happens. He soon discovers that not only is Carl stunning to look at, he radiates decency. In Nihal’s world, that’s a very rare commodity.
When Carl insists on working with Nihal only, he’s entranced. Could this MP be interested in a man whose past is…chequered, to say the least? Nihal ‘I don’t do relationships’ Varma really hopes so. Even if getting involved with a client, especially such a high-profile one, is not just crazy. It’s insane.
But for once Nihal is out of control and that makes a man do very strange things…
His gaze fell to the television screen again. This time a handsome young man with glasses and scruffy hair that didn’t seem to go in any coherent style yet framed his face perfectly was being interviewed.
“Carl Carrington is the rank outsider,” the newscaster said. “As a passionate believer in all things green as well as LGBTQ rights, he’ll be popular with the younger electorate.”
The slim younger man fought his way through photographers outside an apartment complex that had to in the Docklands area.
“Who is he?” Nihal asked. He had never had a great interest in politics. If they looked like this specimen, he might have to change his ways.
“He’s my MP,” Bee replied. “One of us. Really nice guy. Paula went to him for help about them closing the mother and baby unit, and he got stuck in. Saved it too. He would be the dream to win. It will never happen though. He’s far too decent. Paula said he was sweet too. Makes you want to vomit, doesn’t it?”
Paula was Bee’s wife and always had a cause on the go. She made a real difference with them too. Something Nihal admired her for. It beat launching crap products that people didn’t need.
“Right. I’ll get the coffees,” Bee said, dusting off the crumbs from their shirt. “Can we grab five minutes to talk about the next month?”
Nihal couldn’t take his eyes off the man on the screen. This guy had something special about him. Of course, he was absolutely gorgeous, but that didn’t set him apart though. It went deeper than that. As photographers jostled him, he seemed lost amongst it all. He needed help and Nihal was more than happy to oblige.
“When you get a chance, give Mr Carrington’s assistant a call,” Nihal said. “Can’t hurt to see if he wants any PR representation.”
Bee nodded. “Sure thing.”
They left the office and Nihal caught Jeff’s amused expression. “What?”
“You’re as transparent as shrink wrap, Nihal Varma. He’s not your usual type though. Will you be able to cope with someone who has more between their ears than their legs?”
“Maybe I’m ready for a change.”
I have written for as long as I could write. In fact, before, when I would dictate to my auntie. I love to read, and I love to create worlds and characters.
I live in the English countryside. When I’m not writing, I like to get out there and think through the next scenario I’m going to throw my characters into.
Inspiration can be found anywhere, on a train, in a restaurant or in an office. I am always in search of the next character to find love in one of my stories. In a world of apps and online dating, it is important to remember love can be found when you least expect it.