already on Day One.
penchant for kissing her in the supply closet, the elevator, and in her
increasingly intense dreams. And then there’s his best friend Jeremy…
extraordinaire and the CEO of the company, and he’s doing a reality television
stunt. For six weeks he’s pretending to be a middle manager while producers
video tape everything.
“I know!” Lydia wailed, shoving a spoonful of ice cream in her mouth to cut off her own sound. The cold blast of thick, creamy chocolate made her close her eyes and groan as her lips met over the spoon, her tongue reveling in the sweet, luscious treat, her mind floating to hot, warm, delicious treats on Matt’s body that she might—
“You don’t kiss guys on the first date! In fact, you have ranted since our freshman year of college about male hegemony, sexual politics, and how gender discrimination is a worse evil than, than—than even not composting!”
Lydia laughed silently, her mouth busy with the flavor and slow melt of the pool of chocolate delight. Ice cream was no substitute for his mouth. Given that his lips weren’t an option right now, she swallowed and shoveled another spoonful in, trying to figure out what to say as Krysta ranted on.
“Lydia, you’ll lose your job if you keep this up. Someone at Bournham already gave away the job you wanted—now you’re clinging to the one you have.”
“I won’t lose my job. It was just a harmless, casual kiss.” She inhaled deeply, nearly swooning with the tactile memory of his hands on her waist, how they roamed down to her hips and then brushed up against the bottoms of her breasts, the exploration a—
She looked up to find Krysta tapping her foot. “You can’t even finish sentences now. This from the woman who wrote a 115-page master’s thesis on gender politics in the information age.”
This is different, she nearly said, her internal editor scrambling to stop her. Every woman said that. Every single one, always at the beginning of an affair. Matt wasn’t married—at least, he didn’t wear a ring—so it wasn’t really an affair. It was one kiss. Just one.
Since 2013, she has sold more than 1.5 million books, with 4 New York Times bestsellers and more than 16 appearances on the USA Today bestseller list. Her books have been translated into French and German, with more titles releasing in 2017. From billionaires to BBWs to new adult rock stars, Julia finds a sensual, goofy joy in every contemporary romance she writes. Unlike Shannon from Shopping for a Billionaire, she did not meet her husband after dropping her phone in a men’s room toilet (and he isn’t a billionaire). She lives in New England with her husband and three sons in a household where the toilet seat is never, ever, down.