Sexy as Sin by Julie Kriss
Series: Filthy Rich #2
Genres: Contemporary Romance
Second chances burn hotter
The assignment should be a fashion stylist’s dream. Dane Scotland—brilliant programmer, millionaire, partner in my brother’s company—is going to a big-money meeting, and he needs to look the part.
The problem? Dane doesn’t want a makeover. He’s grumpy and reclusive, and his wardrobe consists of two pairs of old jeans. He doesn’t want me anywhere near him.
Did I mention that he’s my brother’s best friend? And that no one knows exactly what Dane and I got up to ten years ago?
The nerd I knew is gone—Dane ditched his glasses and bulked up. Now he’s six-foot-plus of hot genius, but I can be professional. I can definitely keep my hands off him. Again.
But when he looks at me like he used to, like no one else ever has, the only thing I want is to lose control.
Dane and I gave each other our first taste of heartbreak. Are we destined for another round?
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Sexy as Sin is the 2nd book in the Filthy Rich series and can be read as a standalone as I did. Although you certainly can read book 1, Filthy Rich. That is where the four business owners are introduced. It is also on my tbr pile now after reading this one.
Dane is one of the owners and a bit of a geek. He is happy when he is coding but he needs a makeover. Enter Ava, his friend’s little sister that he grew up with. The woman who he has a complicated history with. Ava is hired by her brother to come out to Chicago and give Dane his makeover.
These are two people who should not work on the surface. However, dig a little deeper and you have the best second chance story ever. They get the rare gift of reconnecting and finding out that the one who got away maybe didn’t get as far as they thought.
CATCH UP ON THE SERIES WITH BOOK 1 — FILTHY RICH!
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The tailor squawked as Dane pushed him aside, striding toward me in his underwear. He put his hands on the arms of my chair and leaned over me, his eyes on mine. I could see every inch of his naked skin. He glared at me.
“I get it,” he growled. “You’re pushing me. It’s what you do. Are you trying to see how far you can go?”
My voice came out breathy. God, I could smell him. “I’m not doing anything,” I said, and we both knew it was a lie.
“What do you want?” Dane said, thick with frustration. “Do you want me to say I’m sorry?”
My hands went cold and my breath stopped. “Sorry for what?”
“You know what. Sorry for what I did the last time I saw you.”
He thought he had to apologize for that? As if he had done something wrong? Had he thought that all this time? I couldn’t bear the idea. “No,” I told him. “Don’t say you’re sorry for that.”
He still watched me, his voice softening a little. “I’ll say it if you want me to.”
“Don’t,” I choked out. “Don’t.”
A muscle in his jaw twitched, and then he shook his head, backing off. “Can I at least put my clothes on now?”
I didn’t answer, and he didn’t wait for it. He grabbed his clothes and shoes and put them under his arm. “I’m going to dress in the men’s room,” he growled. “I’d like some privacy for a second.”
I still couldn’t speak. Dane walked away, and I downed the rest of the champagne in my glass, gulping it. He thought I wanted him to apologize. That fucking man.
That brilliant, stupid, utterly infuriating man.
I put my heels back on and stood up, looking at the suits and fabrics in the room. Now that the measurements were—mostly—done, I talked to the tailor about cuts, fabrics, and colors. Then my phone rang. Only after I hung up did I realize that Dane hadn’t come out of the bathroom, which was around the corner and down the hall.
“Would you like me to go find him?” the tailor asked politely.
“No need,” I said as suspicion bloomed in my gut. I walked around the corner myself, pushing open the door to the men’s room. “Dane!”
The room was empty.
“Fuck,” I said as the tailor came in after me. I turned to him. “Is there a back door?”
He looked stunned. Most likely, none of his rich clients had ever made an escape while getting measured for a bespoke suit. “At the end of the hall,” he said.
“Fuck,” I said again. I half-ran down the hall, moving as fast as I could in my three-inch heels. I slammed the back door open and saw nothing but parking lot.
Dane was gone.
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