A-list movie star and billionaire Julian Sinclair learned from past tragedy that life doesn’t come with multiple takes. Now that he’s figured out what he wants—in the lush form of redheaded Kristin Moore—he’s got one chance to claim it. Between working as a medical assistant and filling in at her parents’ bar, Kristin has no time for pleasure. So Julian is bringing her to his brother’s Vegas wedding, where their mutual attraction can finally get a starring role.What happened in Vegas has followed Kristin right back to Amesport, Maine. In the space of one magical weekend, the leading man in all her X-rated fantasies whisked her off to Sin City for breathtaking sex, followed by an “accidental” marriage she doesn’t remember. Kristin fully expects Julian to demand a quickie divorce. But instead he’s daring her to go all-in. To gamble everything on a love that might be too good to be true…or the best, wildest adventure of their lives.
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Her dress was too damn short!
Kristin frowned at her reflection in the mirror as she twirled left and then right. The slinky black dress was like nothing she’d ever worn before, and she felt half-naked.
It was her size; it wasn’t her style.
Obviously, she had Mara to thank for some additions to her wardrobe. Honestly, she didn’t own a decent dress. She had no reason to have one. But what her best friend had chosen wasn’t the dress for a chubby redhead. The hem flirted with her knees, but the material didn’t cover them. Instead, it clung to her thighs, making Kristin want to keep pulling it down, which only made the bodice lower.
“Damn!” She turned away from the mirror as she cursed. It wasn’t like she had another dress, so she was going to have to deal with it.
Really, her legs weren’t that bad. It was her big butt that she had to keep covered with far less material than she really needed.
I’ll just have to be careful not to bend over much or my ass will be hanging out of my flimsy undies.
Her buddy had gone the sexy route, complete with stockings, garters, and barely-there fancy black silk underwear. There was no way she could wear a bra, so her breasts were standing proudly right beneath the skimpy fabric.
Telling herself it didn’t matter, Kristin scooped up the little black bag that had been included and managed to get to the living room without tripping on her too-high heels.
“Jesus Christ! I didn’t realize that dress would look like that!”
She turned to see Julian standing at his bedroom door, breathtakingly handsome in his black tuxedo.
Her heart fell to her feet. “I know. It doesn’t look good. But Mara didn’t pack anything else.”
He strode into the room, his eyes never leaving her. “You look like a goddess, but it will be impossible not to be fighting the men off you all afternoon and evening.”
She put her hands on her ample hips. “Chubby redheads shouldn’t wear little black dresses. And I do mean little.”
Kristin had done what she could with her hair, leaving it down with a natural curl. Her makeup had been applied carefully, something she rarely wore.
Julian stepped up to her and kissed her on the forehead. “You look beautiful, Scarlet. I’m just not sure I want other men looking at you and thinking the same thoughts I am right now.”
“I feel naked,” she confessed as she looked up at him.
“I wish you were naked,” he answered hoarsely as he reached into his pocket. “I already knew you were wearing a black dress. I just didn’t realize it would be quite so sexy.”
Her heart jumped as she saw the sincerity in his gaze. For some unknown reason, Julian really did find her attractive. His heated gaze made her feel a little more confident.
Kristin automatically reached out as Julian shoved a box into her hands. “What’s this?”
“A friendship gift from Vegas,” he answered with humor in his voice.
She got nervous when she saw the label of an exclusive jeweler on the lid. She fumbled with the top, finally letting it fall to the floor as it came free from the bottom.
“Oh, my God. Julian. No.” The delicate black pearls were stunning, each one of them just a little different from the others, making the set unique. There was an equally elegant bracelet, and earrings to match.
Wordlessly, he took the box from her hands and dumped the jewelry into his hand. He carefully put the necklace on her and fastened the catch, then the bracelet. He took her hand and dropped the earrings into her palm.
“You’ll have to do those. I don’t want to hurt you, since your ears are pierced.”
Stunned, Kristin fingered the beautiful necklace. “I can’t take these. They probably cost a fortune.”
“I’m rich,” he reminded her with a Hollywood smile.
“I’m not,” she retorted, reaching for the catch on the necklace.
“Don’t.” Julian caught her wrist to stop her from taking off the pearls. “It’s perfect with your dress, and I like seeing you wear them. It gives me pleasure.”
“Because when you’re wearing something I gave you, I feel like you’re mine,” he answered candidly. He paused before adding, “Don’t be stubborn, Scarlet. For me, it’s a small thing.”
For some reason, Kristin was reluctant to throw the lovely, thoughtful gift back in his face. Pulling her wrist from his grip, she turned and walked to the mirror near the couch and put the earrings in.
There was nothing gaudy or ostentatious about the set. They suited her dress perfectly, and they were small but classy.
She turned and faced him. “I don’t know what to say.”
“Nothing. Or thank you would be good. It’s generally the appropriate thing to say when someone gives you a gift.”
She hesitated, but couldn’t quite bring herself to refuse his gift. It obviously made him happy, and for some odd reason, she didn’t want to hurt his feelings right now. Maybe it was the flash of vulnerability she could hear beneath his casual sarcasm. Or perhaps it was because he told her she looked beautiful in a way that almost made her believe him. “Thank you. It’s the nicest thing anyone has ever given me.”
It was also thoughtful because he’d gone to the trouble of finding out what color she was wearing in order to choose a gift. Why would a guy as busy as Julian do that?
“You deserve the world,” Julian answered. “But I’m still not happy about that dress. For Christ’s sake, don’t bend over.”
“Should I run away so you don’t have to protect me?” she asked lightly.
He caught her up in his arms and growled. “Try it and I’ll find you wherever you go.”
J.S. Scott is a NY Times & USA Today bestselling author of erotic romance. She's an avid reader of all types of books and literature. Writing what she loves to read, J.S. Scott writes both contemporary erotic romance stories and paranormal romance erotics. They almost always feature an Alpha Male and have a happily ever after because she just can't seem to write them any other way! She lives with her husband in the picturesque Colorado Rockies. You can write to the author at email@example.com.
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