Published by Self-Published on 01/16/2017
I hired her to fix my company, to bring Marks Lingerie back to life. I didn’t expect her to become my friend. I didn’t expect to fall in love with her.
The first rule of business is to never touch your employees. I think there is another rule about not falling for your best friend—a rule against imagining the curves of her body, or the way her breathing would change if I pulled down her panties and unzipped my pants.
Now, I can’t wait any longer. I’m tossing out the rules.
Damn the company.
Damn our friendship.
Damn my fears.
Love in Lingerie was a book that I had been looking forward to for a multitude of reasons. I’m a sucker for office romances. They’re usually a pressure cooker for arguments, competition, forced proximity, and sexual tension that tend to end in fireworks. Now give me an office romance written by Alessandra Torre and I’m salivating.
Torre has a penchant for kink that totally presses all of my buttons. She’s a bit of a dirty bird and I love it. She’s not afraid to push the envelope a bit and her characters are some of the best dirty talkers out there. So, color me excited. I’m thinking this is going to be the hottest office romance ever.
But what I got wasn’t at all what I expected.
It started off strong. I like a good, slow burn. Kate and Trey were definitely slooowww. But it was too slow. It’s a rather short book but minus the epilogue, the story spans the course of more than three years. That normally wouldn’t even be worth mentioning except for the fact that I had to remind myself that this time was passing. It felt as though the story wasn’t really going anywhere but the timeline had jumped significantly. It’s possible that the dual point-of-view had something to do with it, but overall it made the story feel disjointed and interrupted the flow. I would find myself really enjoying their tension and the slow burn and be on the verge of something, and suddenly find that they’re months in the future. It was dizzying.
I enjoyed the connection between Kate and Trey though. They had a spark from the beginning that smoldered deliciously. Torre did a good job of teasing you and leaving you wanting more, whether she was delicately fanning their flame or stoking it with a flamethrower. My main complaint with them though is how long it took for them to actually be together, and then how little of their story we got once they were together.
I saw a bit of Torre’s dirty bird come out in Trey, however, with so much foreshadowing on the kink throughout the whole book, there was actually very little of it. It was sort of like lighting a firework and finding out that it’s a dud.
I enjoyed the story as a whole, I just didn’t love it. At least not the way that I expected to considering the author and premise. I love Alessandra Torre’s books and have high expectations. Love in Lingerie just didn’t quite deliver.