REVIEW: Right Where I Want You by Jessica Hawkins
There’s a thin line between love and hate . . . and it cuts right through the middle of their office. Bad boys? They run right over good girls like Georgina Keller. But after a confidence-shattering breakup, she’s determined not to let anyone at her new workplace push her around—least of all the brooding creative director, a “bad boy of publishing” who’s made it clear she’s enemy #1. Sebastian Quinn's taste for fast cars, late nights, and beautiful women may have gotten him to the top of a leading New York magazine, but the reputation that made him is suddenly threatening to end his career. Georgina can help Modern Man shed its bad reputation, but in order to do that, she’ll have to start at the top—and no amount of rakish charm or inconvenient attraction will distract her. Because if Sebastian gets her right where he wants her, it means she’s going down.
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Right Where I Want you is a love/hate office relationship that turns into more. The banter between the two main characters was entertaining and they definitely sparred with one another. Sebastian is cocky and definitely needed to be put in his place in certain moments. Georgina was confidence in the workplace but outside of it definitely lacked a bit of confidence and rightfully so once we got to see a bit into her past relationship. This one is a bit of a slow burn and while I enjoyed it I didn’t find myself engrossed in the storyline.
At the stadium’s concession stand, I took a tall stool, putting Georgina and I at eye level since she stood. “So, why didn’t you kiss François?” I asked. “Bad breath?” She gasped into her hand. “My breath is fine.” “I meant his. I’m sure yours is pure relish on a hotdog.” She made a face. “Gross.” “I happen to love relish,” I said. “But does François?” Each time I said François with flourish, she flinched. I didn’t care. Something about him bugged me—I just couldn’t put my finger on it. “We didn’t kiss because you interrupted us,” she pointed out. “So? If I were in his position, and we both wanted that kiss, I wouldn’t let anyone stop me.” “Frank and I are clicking,” she said, scowling. “There was even mention of spending time at his summerhouse.” “Hamptons?” She coughed into her fist. “Boca Raton.” The idea of Georgina spending a summer with him in Boca Raton was tragic enough that I almost smiled. I got the sense she was playing up the date. If it was so great, why wasn’t she sitting here with him? And why was I more relieved than smug about that? “Meanwhile, Justin and I will be clamming in Montauk.” “You two should really just make it official and announce your love to the world.” “But then I wouldn’t get to flirt with pretty girls.” “For someone who pretends to have as much game as you,” she said, “I still haven’t seen you successfully flirt with any girls since I’ve known you.” I smirked. “How do you know I’m not flirting with you right now?”