Sometimes, Love gets filthy
SKIRT CHASER
Filthy Dirty Love #2
Stacey Kennedy
Releasing Aug 8, 2017
Love gets filthy in this new erotic
romance by USA Today bestselling author, Stacey Kennedy.
Greyson
Crawford works hard by day and plays even harder at night. And he understands
and obeys the rules of the game. One, don’t mix business and pleasure. Two,
employees are off-limits. So, he’s been eagerly counting down the days until
interior designer, Evie Richards is no longer under contract with his Seattle
architecture firm. But when that day comes, he realizes there are more
obstacles in his way. The biggest…Evie herself.
Until Evie
gets asked to be the maid-of-honor in her best friend’s destination wedding,
and Evie needs a date. The circumstances are perfect for Greyson to set his
plan of seduction into motion. He will happily play the boyfriend for the
weeklong wedding event, if Evie will surrender to his every command and play in
his bed.
For Evie,
it’s all fun and games until Greyson’s first touch; then she begins to question
what’s real. She knows better than to fall for a guy like Greyson—a skirt
chasing ladies’ man—but with every slow caress and kinky adventure, she
realizes that Greyson knows what he wants, and it isn’t just her body
surrendering to him…it’s her heart.
When
Janet headed back to her desk outside of Grey’s office, he looked
back to the black screen on the phone. What kind of thoughtless
friend would not only date an ex but then ask you to stand up for the
wedding? There had to be more to the story.
Determined
to get to the bottom of it, and erase those tears the bastards had
caused, he kept Evie’s phone in his hand and then moved down the
hallway, looking for her. Midway down the corridor, he noticed that
his CFO’s assistant, Trina, was glancing at the women’s washroom.
“Did Evie go in there?” he asked Trina when he reached her.
“Yeah,”
Trina said with a soft nod. “She seemed upset.”
Grey
glanced at the closed black door with the woman’s washroom logo.
“Is anyone else in there?”
“I
can’t be sure since I haven’t really been paying attention, but I
don’t think so.”
Good
enough for him. “I’d appreciate it if you could ensure that no
one else goes in until I come out.”
Trina
didn’t even bat an eye. “Yes, sir.”
Of
course, she wouldn’t. Grey was her boss, and this was certainly
none of her business. Even if his company had typical office gossip,
and he knew word of this would get around, no one would ever dare
chatter to his face.
Intent
and careful to take his time not to scare any other employees in the
restroom, he entered the simple and modern bathroom with the five
stalls. Only one door was closed, and there was no one at the sink,
so he moved toward the vanity and leaned against it. Hands shoved
into his pockets, he stared at the closed door, giving Evie the time
she needed. That’s when he heard her soft cries, and with those
pained noises, something inside of him tensed.
It
was a sensation strong enough to make him question what it was about
this woman that drew him in so intently. She’d gotten a grip on his
mind and body so tightly that he pondered her situation, and his, and
what he could do about both. He’d become so lost in his thoughts
that he didn’t realize she’d opened the door until she was
leaving the stall and striding out.
Head
down, she hadn’t noticed him yet, so he called out to her, “Evie.”
A
scream ripping from her throat, hands pressing against her chest.
“Holy shit!”
He
couldn’t help but chuckle. “I’m sorry for scaring you.” His
amusement washed away when he took a good look at her face. There was
so much pain there. He didn’t like it.
The
shock from her face slowly faded. “Why are you in here?” she
asked.
“To
return your phone to you.” He moved to her, watching her following
his every step. The heat in her eyes was instant, and that’d always
been the problem. She wanted him. Christ, did she want him, he could
tell. But she was smart and clever, never one to cross the
professional line either. She was also a good girl, who likely needed
love before sex. Maybe that was the real reason she didn’t ever
cross the line. Maybe it was less about the job and more about
protecting her heart from a guy that screamed danger.
He
could understand why
Though
he never was a man who took the easy road, and he sure as shit liked
a challenge. He stared into her gorgeous eyes, and a plan formed. One
that got him what he wanted, and yet would benefit her, too. He’d
never been a sly or shady guy, but he was a good businessman. And
that meant using a situation to his advantage.
“So,
that’s it. You got out the good cry you needed to,” he said to
her, and he liked the way her lips parted when he leaned in toward
her;
it showed him just how much she yearned for his kiss. “Your ex is
marrying your best friend,” he added. “He’s an asshole. She’s
a bitch. This is happening, but it’s how you deal with it that
truly matters.”
“He’s
not an asshole,” she said softly, shaking her head. “And she’s
not a bitch. I’ve helped plan their wedding for the last year, and
I’m happy for them. I think…maybe it hadn’t sunk in or
something.” She drew in a deep breath, releasing it out her nose
and added with a soft smile, “But I’m better now. I’m sorry I
fell apart out there.”
“One,
I disagree with you,” he retorted sternly. “I’m not convinced
these aren’t terrible people. And two, do not apologize that their
selfishness hurt you. In fact, I’d say it’s time to get revenge,
don’t you think?”
The side of her mouth arched
slightly. He noted her long exhale, and he knew that had nothing to
do with emotions. That it was this push and pull thing going on
between them. Call it chemistry, intensity, whatever, it was as
addictive as it was captivating. “How exactly do I do that?” She
grabbed a paper towel, got it a bit wet with cold water, and then
began wiping off her makeup, adding, “Murder them?” She gave him
her sexy smile that pooled heat in his groin.
Grey chuckled, leaning his hip
against the counter. “Perhaps that’s a bit extreme. Murder means
jail time, and you going away is definitely not what I want.”
She slowly glanced at him then,
cheeks flushing pink, and the dilation of her pupils was obvious.
That look had snagged him the very first day after his COO hired her
to design the lobby of the interior of their latest
multi-million-dollar high-rise.
Now, the look intensified, hardening
his cock, centering his mind on all the wicked things he’d like to
do to her. He stepped toward her, as she spun around, leaning against
the counter, wide eyes on him. There was something about her, maybe
her innocence, maybe this unexplainable connection that had only
grown since he worked alongside her, but it captured him in an
unbreakable spell.
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USA Today bestselling author Stacey Kennedy has written more
than 30 romances, including titles in her wildly hot Club Sin, Dirty Little
Secrets, and Filthy Dirty Love series. Her books are about real
people with real-life problems, searching for that special thing we call
love…in a very sexy way. When she’s not burning up the pages and setting
e-readers ablaze, she’s living her happily ever after with her husband and two
young children in southwestern Ontario. She’s a firm believer that wine,
chocolate, and sinfully sexy books can cure all of life’s problems.
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