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Cosy Felton is great at her
job—she knows just how to handle the awkwardness that comes with working at an adult toy
store. So when the hottest guy she’s ever seen walks into the shop looking completely
overwhelmed, she’s more than happy to turn on the charm and help him purchase all of the
items on his list.
Griffin Mills is using his business
trip in Las Vegas as a chance to escape the broken pieces of his life in New York City. The last
thing he wants is to be put in charge of buying gag gifts for his friend’s bachelor party. Despite
being totally out of his element, and mortified by the whole experience, Griffin is pleasantly
surprised when he finds himself attracted to the sales girl that helped him.
As skeptical as Cosy may be of
Griffin’s motivations, there’s something about him that intrigues her. But sometimes what
happens in Vegas doesn’t always stay in Vegas and when real life gets in the way, all bets are
off. Filled with hilariously awkward situations and enough sexual chemistry to power Sin City,
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We’re a couple of minutes away from my apartment, which also
means we’re almost at the end of our date. End-of-date protocol often means a goodnight
And I’ve eaten onions. Lots of them. What the hell was I
thinking? I feel around in my shorts pocket, hoping I have a random stick of gum. I find a tiny
square packet and pull it out, along with an old tissue. I shove that back in my pocket and sigh
with relief as I carefully open the Listerine Pocketpak. There’s one strip left. I pop it in my mouth,
wishing I had water since my mouth is dry and I’m suddenly super nervous.
Griffin pulls up in front of my apartment building. I swallow a
bunch of times, trying to get the strip to dissolve on my tongue and glance out the tinted
window, seeing it from his perspective. I don’t live in a bad part of town, but I sure as hell
wouldn’t leave this car sitting out here for any length of time unless I wanted it keyed or stripped
Griffin shifts into park and turns to me, one hand resting on the
back of my seat near the headrest. “I had a great time, Cosy.”
“Me too, thanks for dinner.” I tried to fork over my share, but he
was quick on the credit card draw.
“It was my pleasure.” He leans in the tiniest bit, a nonverbal cue
that he’s going in for a kiss.
I mirror the movement, giving him the go ahead. My stomach
flutters in anticipation. I exhale slowly through my nose. Even though the Listerine strip should
be doing its job to mask the onions, I don’t want to ruin the moment by breathing that in his
His fingertips skim my jaw, and I close my eyes. And then his
lips brush my cheek. I wait for them to move a couple of inches to the right, but after what feels
like a lot of seconds—and is probably only a few—I crack a lid.
Griffin is still close, a wry smile on his lips and a smolder in his
“Seriously, that’s it? A kiss on the cheek?”
His smile widens, making his eyes crinkle at the corners. He’s
nothing like the guys I usually end up on dates with. College boys don’t take things slow. If I
were out with one of the guys from school, I’d be sitting in a beat-up Civic with some stupid
music playing, and he’d be all over me with his tongue halfway down my throat, copping a
“I thought all the onions you ate were the equivalent to garlic for
vampires.” Griffin fingers my hair near my shoulder. I’d really like him to finger something else.
Wait. I mean I’d like to feel his hands on me. Not in my pants. Okay, maybe I’d like them in my
pants, but not after date number one.
“I wasn’t thinking, and I really like onions. A lot. In hindsight, it’s
not a great date food. I feel kinda dumb. And I guess at first I wasn’t so sure about you. How
was I supposed to know you’d actually be kind of normalish?”
“Well, you drink club soda on purpose, so you can’t be all
there.” I tap his temple.
Griffin circles my wrist with his fingers and drops his head, lips
brushing over my knuckle. “We can’t all be perfect, now, can we?”
“I suppose not, and perfect is boring.”
“That it is.” He hums against my skin, and I feel it through my
entire body. “I would like to try that kiss again, if you’re still interested.”
Times and USA Today bestselling author of PUCKED,
Helena Hunting lives on the outskirts of Toronto with her incredibly tolerant family and two
moderately intolerant cats. She’s writes contemporary romance ranging from new adult angst to
romantic sports comedy.
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