Mr. Uptight by Felice Stevens




MR. UPTIGHT

Jude:

What do you do when you wake up with a hangover and find yourself in bed with your best friend’s younger brother?

Who happens to be your new brother-in-law?

The man who drives you crazy.

The man who’s always skated by on fast-talk, good looks, and a bright smile.

The one who makes you want to break all the rules.

You hire him as your assistant, of course. And pray you can keep your sanity.

And your hands off him.



Mason:

How do you prove you’ve changed?

That you’re no longer the party-boy who always needed rescuing from his own mistakes—and boy you’ve made some big ones.

But no one needs to know your secrets.

You take a job with the one man who doesn’t trust you.

The man who’s waiting for you to screw up.

You try and forget that one explosive night together.

Except you can’t.

And to your shock...neither can he.



What do you do when the one man you can’t imagine living with is the one you can’t live without?





MR. UPTIGHT

By

Felice Stevens





Mr. Uptight

February 2021

Copyright (c) 2021 by Felice Stevens



Cover Art by Reese Dante

Cover Photography by Cover'd by 6:12 Photography

Model: Jered Youngblood



Edited by Keren Reed

Copy Editing and Proofreading by Flat Earth Editing

Additional Proofreading by Lyrical Lines Proofreading



All rights reserved



No part of this book may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical, including photocopying, recording, or by any information storage and retrieval system, without written permission from Felice Stevens at www.felicestevens.com.



Published in the United States of America



This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to persons living or dead is entirely coincidental.





Dedication

To Hope, for always being there.





Acknowledgments

To my wonderful editor, Keren Reed for always knowing what’s best for my characters. To Hope and Jess from Flat Earth Editing, I hope you don’t get tired of me saying how I couldn’t (and wouldn’t) do it without you. Thank you always to Dianne of Lyrical Lines—one day we’re going to eat and drink our way through the city. And thank you to Reese for always listening but most of all your friendship.





Chapter One

Whoever said drinking tequila would make your clothes fall off wasn’t lying. Jude Staubman woke up and instantly knew something was wrong. First of all, he never slept naked. And he certainly didn’t share his bed with anyone else, yet here he was, in a hotel room with someone snoring next to him, and he had no clothes on.

Oh, and his head was seconds away from exploding.

He closed his eyes, hoping the spinning room and thumping headache would lessen, but instead he felt sicker than ever when a foot brushed against his. Almost afraid to see who was lying beside him, Jude cracked an eye open, then squeezed it shut.

Oh, no. No, no, no. Please, God.

Maybe he was still drunk and had moved on to the hallucination portion of the night. Or was it morning? Cautiously, he again peered at the naked man stretched out on the bed.

Fuck.

Jude sure as hell wasn’t drunk anymore, and he certainly wasn’t conjuring up the soreness of his muscles when he shifted position. It was that particular soreness that didn’t arise from too many bicep curls or leg presses in the gym.

Nope.

He winced and decided to make a valiant effort to sit up and hopefully make it to the bathroom before he lost control over whatever rumbled and gurgled in his stomach. Gingerly, he swung his legs over the side of the bed and levered the rest of his body to a seated position.

There. He was upright. And had survived.

He pushed off the mattress, and the room promptly turned upside down. Knowing he had barely a moment to spare, Jude mustered the inner strength he was famous for and raced to the bathroom, where he spent the next several minutes alternating between wishing he were dead and cursing himself for his stupidity.

How did I allow this to happen? How could I have been such a fucking idiot?

But Jude knew why. Watching his little sister, Ilana, get married the previous evening had hit him like a punch in the gut. It seemed like only yesterday he was holding her hand on their way to school or hugging her tight when she’d wake up from nightmares and their mother was too sick to get out of bed. He’d been watching out for her and protecting her, as he’d promised their mother he would. Now she was starting a new life with Doug, and he was at a loss.