Dirty Little Desires
(Dirty Little Series #3)
By Cassie Cross
Publication Date: July 25th 2018
Genres: Adult, Contemporary, Romance
Oliver Warren is a man who seems to have everything. He’s rich, he’s handsome, and he owns of some of the hottest properties in the country. The only thing missing in his otherwise perfect life is the woman he’s been in love with for as long as he can remember, Felicity Williams. She just so happens to also be his best friend’s sister.
Felicity co-runs a successful lifestyle website with her sister-in-law, and she has a line of accessories in the works. Most of her dreams are well within her reach, except for one that she’s been keeping a secret, and she needs Oliver’s help to make it come true.
Felicity hatches a plan to attend a benefit that’s being held at one of Oliver’s properties, and brings Oliver as her date. After a long weekend of ups and downs, Felicity starts wondering if the feelings she has for Oliver aren’t as unrequited as she always thought they were.
When they get home, will love be enough to get them through the fallout of giving in to their dirty little desires?
Dirty Little Desires is a standalone story, no cliffhangers, and is the third and final book in the Dirty Little Series.
I push myself out of the water, contemplating another jump before dinner’s ready.
“Thinking of going again?” Oliver asks, handing me a towel. “I know you were scared.”
I shrug it off. “I just wanted to see what it was like.”
He grins. “I know. I admire that about you.”
“Which part? My recklessness where my own safety is concerned, or my swanlike grace while flying through the air?”
He laughs. “That you aren’t scared of doing things. That when there’s something you want, you go out and get it.”
He gives me a long, intense look that makes a ribbon of heat curl around my belly.
Oliver’s a gazillionaire who’s never met a person he couldn’t finesse, never come across a deal he couldn’t close. If there’s someone who has issues getting what they want, it certainly isn’t him.
“Want to go for a walk with me later? There’s something I want to show you,” he says, cutting me off before I can ask him what he meant just a second ago.
My stupid heart skips a beat when he asks. “Yeah,” I reply a little too quickly, like a lovesick moron.
He perks up. “Yeah?”
I smile. “Definitely.”
My suitcases are some of the first ones out, and I’m struggling with the larger of the two when a strong arm reaches out and latches on to the handle.
“Lemme get that for you.”
Not that I would ever admit this to anyone, but I recognize Oliver’s forearm. He pulls the bag back like it weighs nothing.
All I can do is grin at him like a dope.
He does the same.
“Hey,” I say softly.
“You texted that you were sending someone to come and get me,” I reply stupidly, simply because I can’t think of anything else to say right now.
“Surprise.” He lifts up my bag’s handle and motions for the door. “We should probably go. I’m illegally parked outside.”
Oliver just laughs. We get an embarrassing distance away before I remember that I have a whole other suitcase that I never picked up.
“Oh my god!” I say kind of loudly, coming to a complete stop in the middle of the concourse. “I have another bag!”
“What does it look like?”
“Just like this one only smaller,” I tell him as he takes off.
He snags my other bag off the belt just before it’s about to go back into the little door behind the wall. He jogs back over holding the bag by the strap, then puts it on the floor and raises the handle.
“Got it just in time.”
“Thanks,” I tell Oliver, reaching for the handle right as someone plows into me from behind, knocking me into him.
“Whoa,” he breathes, cradling me against his body.
God, he smells good. Like soap and fresh air. Maybe I linger a little longer than is strictly necessary so I can enjoy the moment.
I gently push off his chest—wow, those pecs—and say, “Sorry.”
He gives me that smile that in my more delusional moments I think is just for me. The one that makes his eyes crinkle and his dimples show and makes his face all soft like it’s a secret just between the two of us.
I love and hate that smile.
The elevator comes to a stop and the doors open into a very short hallway with a single door at the end. Oliver waves his card near the panel. The door clicks open and we walk inside.
“I wouldn’t call this just a suite.” My family has more money than we know what to do with. I grew up staying in the grandest of grand places, but this still manages to impress me. It’s not gaudy or anything, just simple. Understated. Gorgeous.
The living room has a comfy looking sectional surrounding a TV that’s about the size of a full mattress. It’s tastefully decorated in whites, creams and beiges with little pops of color in the pillows and accessories. There’s a dining room off of a kitchenette, and a balcony that offers the same view of the city we just saw downstairs.
“You’ve really outdone yourself here,” I tease. “After this, seeing my room is probably going to be a disappointment.”
Oliver’s brows scrunch together. “What do you mean?”
“My room, you know the place you had my bags delivered to. Where I’m going to sleep? That ring a bell?”
The corner of Oliver’s mouth tilts up into a half grin as he takes a couple steps to the right, then motions to a door off the living room. “Your suitcases are in there.”
It must be the jet lag or something, because I’m not quite comprehending. This floor is Oliver’s, right? “What?”
“Your suitcases are in there. That’s your room.”
“I’m staying here?”
“In this room?”
“Yes,” he laughs. “In this room.”
“Then where are you staying?”
Smiling, he says, “You’re looking at it.”
Cassie Cross is a Maryland native and a romantic at heart, who lives outside of Baltimore with her two dogs and a closet full of shoes. Cassie’s fondness for swoon-worthy men and strong women are the inspiration for most of her stories, and when she’s not busy writing a book, you’ll probably find her eating takeout and indulging in her love of 80′s sitcoms.
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