Sexy by J.A. Huss
Publication date: September 9th 2015
Genres: Adult, Comedy, Romance
Synopsis:
Fletcher Novak is Sexy.
Fletch has charm, Fletch has charisma, and Fletch has moves. He turns dreams into reality two nights a week, baring his body to lonely women, bored housewives, and bachelorettes looking for that one last good time. He’s into one-night stands, one-time things, and he never, ever gets serious.
Tiffy Preston is looking for commitment.
A billionaire’s daughter with the world at her fingertips, Tiffy’s in Lake Tahoe to take over her father’s hotel and clean up the Mountain Men Male Revue Show. She’s well-bred, polite, and hates everything Fletcher represents.
But Fletcher offers Tiffy something she can’t refuse—total satisfaction and the man of her dreams. All she has to do is… everything he tells her.
Because Sexy doesn’t sell… it’s for sale.
Sexy is a full-length, standalone novel by New York Times Bestselling author, JA Huss.
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I sit there and enjoy the
view, the bustle of the casino out past all the tables, and the—
Wait a minute. Is that…?
Aw, fuck. Tiffy Preston is
heading my direction and she’s got a huge smile on her face. Jesus Christ,
didn’t she get my note? I mean, how much clearer could I have made it? One time
only, Tiff. One time only!
Double fuck. She’s waving.
I give her a sheepish smile and sink into my chair. Do I wave back? I mean,
she’s the big boss’ daughter. Do I have to be polite and shit? Why the hell did
I bang the boss’ daughter? She’s an employee. Just like Sis and Britt. Why the
fuck didn’t I realize that before my cock got the best of me?
I know why. She kept me up
all night working on that proposal. And she got me so fucking hard at the show
last night. Add in the exchange at the door when I was ready to jump her and
she ambushed me. Well, it was sorta well played on her part. She got me. And
that business suit is so not my type.
I have no clue what I was
thinking.
I slump down a little more
in my chair and give her a wave, hoping this convo won’t get ugly. “Hey,” I say
weakly as she beams another smile, still making a beeline for my table.
“Tiffy,” a voice booms from
off to my right. The guy from her room last night. Cole. “I was starting to
think you were standing me up.”
Tiffy laughs and allows him
to give her a polite hug as he puts his hand in the small of her back and leads
her away from the bar towards a table on the other side of the restaurant.
Fuck. I sit there, a little
embarrassed, then a little relieved that I didn’t have to have that awkward
conversation with her.
Dodged another bullet,
Novak, I tell
myself.
“I heard she tried to fire
you this morning,” Sis says, opening another beer and taking away my empty.
“And you gave her a run for her money.”
“Yeah.” I chuckle,
remembering the meeting. “It was fun. I got her all flustered.”
“You usually do, Fletch.”
Another customer calls for Sis and she skips off down the bar to fill his order.
I got Tiffy flustered
upstairs as well. She’s quite pretty, if you’re into those career women. Her
dress this morning was sophisticated business attire. White, sleeveless, hit
just below the knee, and absolutely no cleavage. Even her little white shoes were
office-approved two-inch heels.
But now she looks…
different. Her pink dress isn’t exactly casual, but not professional either.
It’s flirty. It’s short. And very low-cut. Her shoes have some little sparkly
things on them and that is definitely a four-inch heel.
She’s sexy.
Damn. Tiffy Preston doesn’t
look as buttoned up as I first thought.
I picture her legs spread
open before me. Her soft mewling as I licked her pussy. Her manicured
fingertips digging into my hair.
Fuck. I’m hard again.
I watch her as that Cole
guy pulls out her chair and then scoots it in as she sits. She’s facing me, so
I see her smile a little as he walks around to take his seat.
Hmmmm. What’s going on
here?
I study her face, waiting
for her to notice me as they chat. But she only has eyes for him. Did she see
me earlier? Is she trying to make me jealous by having lunch with another guy
after fucking me? After I gave her three goddamned orgasms not three hours ago?
Really?
“Pfft,” I mutter under my
breath. Gonna take more than that to make me look twice.
But then she licks her
lips.
Wait. Did I just imagine
that?
Nope. She’s chewing on them
too. And then her fingertip sweeps up and traces her plump lower lip as she
casually pretends to wipe away a drop of the pink champagne Mr. Fancy-Pants
greeted her with. Pink champagne? Who the fuck drinks pink alcohol?
Britt comes to their table
with plates of lobster tail and a new bottle of champagne. She laughs with them
and I get a little pissed off.
Is Tiffy practicing my seduction tips on that guy? That guy? Really?
He’s like ten years older than her. He’s huge. Like six foot four at least. And
he’s got to weigh two-twenty. I bet he shops at Big & Tall. She cannot be
serious. No way is she interested in him.
And that just pisses me off
more. Because, oh, hell the fuck no. I do not dish out trade secrets to a
one-night stand only to have her go use them on a worthless prospect. Anyone
can see he’s all wrong for her. He is not a possibility. Not at all.
I sit there at my table, sipping
my beer as I process what’s happening and how I feel about it. I’m not jealous.
I’m not. I’m pissed off. Why the fuck did I give her tips? I charge good money
for that shit. Hell, I made Katie sign a six-week contract and I haven’t even
given her one tip yet.
And yet Miss My Father Owns
This Town is practically giving them away to every wandering eye in the whole
place.
And that’s a lot of
wandering eyes. All the employees know who she is by now. Britt is chatting
them up like they are old friends, probably taking notes.
There it is again. Holy
fuck, Tiffy just licked her lips and practically winked at that guy. And Britt
saw the whole thing as she set down a dainty cup of chocolate mousse in front
of two-timing Preston.
Hell the fuck no. I never
let my clients work my magic here at the casino. Otherwise I might lose
business. Hell, I’ve helped more than one cocktail waitress hook a rich dude
over the past nine months. They paid dearly for it. And signed a NDA. Trade
secrets are trade secrets. And I have spent years coming up with my methods.
I’m not gonna let her get away with practicing them on this asshole for
everyone to see.
I push away from the
barstool, straighten my t-shirt, and walk over to ask her just what the fuck
she thinks she’s doing.
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AUTHOR BIO:
JA Huss is the New York Times and USA Today bestselling author of more than twenty romances. She likes stories about family, loyalty, and extraordinary characters who struggle with basic human emotions while dealing with bigger than life problems. JA loves writing heroes who make you swoon, heroines who makes you jealous, and the perfect Happily Ever After ending.
You can chat with her on Facebook (www.facebook.com/AuthorJAHuss), Twitter (@jahuss), and her kick-ass romance blog, New Adult Addiction (www.newadultaddiction.com).
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