Moments of Julian

It was just a work party, filled with kissing the well-dressed rear ends of clients and fake smiles. Until my boss accused me of something I didn't do. Until I got pissed, and just then there was this guy who was hot and flirting with me. Then there were his hands and the backseat of my car and a night of everything but you know what. I never expected to see him again. But suddenly Julian Dohring is everywhere. And I can't get over the endless tattoos that cover his arms, how he's apparently a recovering video game addict, and dresses like he's ready to walk down the red carpet at any moment. Ten years ago I made a pledge to stay away from alcohol and sex, and to never get too personal with anyone. It's gotten me this far. I'm twenty-seven, I have a career I've worked my heart and soul into, and more money than I could ever blow on shoes and the finer things in life. My attitude and pride have always been enough to keep any man from getting too interested. Until Julian…who claims I can't dance, and has the nerve to call me a "peach." I'm Sage McCain, and needless to say, Julian has my attention.