French Kiss
Jake Russo has fought for everything he’s earned, and he’s not about to give up the bar he’s sweated over to spoiled Lacey Scott. She can kiss his ass and go back to where she flew in from.
But what happens when she kisses him instead?
And what if he does a lot more than kiss her back?
Excerpt:
I walked out of the room and ran into my next sexual fantasy.
He was tall—several inches over my five-seven, around six-one or six-two—with dark hair that was on the verge of needing a trim and dark eyes that I could get lost in while he fucked the shit out of me.
Who’s this mystery man? Besides being the one who I was going to masturbate to when I got my libido back.
“Oof,” came out of my grandmother as she ran into my back.
It was a little embarrassing, but at least it knocked me out of my sexual stupor.
I shook my head and stepped off to the side.
Sexual Fantasy held out his hand to Nana. “Hi, Kathy. Sorry I didn’t speak to you at the funeral yesterday.”
This guy was at my father’s funeral? Despite being upset, I’d think I still would have noticed this man.
“It’s totally understandable. I didn’t feel like talking to anyone either.”
Sexual Fantasy cleared his throat, his eyes turning miserable. “George will be missed.”
This guy sounded like he really cared about my father.
“He will be,” Nana agreed.
Sexual Fantasy turned to me. “Sorry for your loss, Lacey.”
“Thank you. Same to you?” I guessed since he seemed so sad about my father’s passing.
“Thank you,” he answered sincerely. He cleared his throat. “Listen, I know this is a horrible time to talk about stuff like this, but I know we don’t have a lot of time before you head back to Europe. I’m available all day today and tomorrow. Mr. Bernard said we can take care of everything with him. He’ll make it as quick and painless as possible.”
I wrinkled my nose. “I’m sorry. Take care of what?” I asked, confused.
“Oh.” He raised his eyebrow. “The bar. We can take care of the bar situation.”
I narrowed my eyes. “What do you have to do with the bar situation?”
Nana stepped over to Sexual Fantasy and put her arm on the guy. “Lacey, this is Jake. Jake Russo. He gets the bar when you go back to Paris.”