This Perfect Kiss
Chapter One
When a woman stands five feet two inches, a hundred and ahem pounds (the ahem mainly located below the neck and above the waist), it's a bad idea to attend an afternoon business meeting in a low-cut, flesh-colored evening gown.
Throw in spaghetti straps and a few gold sequins, and the fact that it was the most crucial business meeting of said woman's career--make that her life--and the bad idea turned downright calamitous.
Jilly Skye realized this. But she also realized she didn't have a choice. Not if she wasn't going to be unforgivably late.
Still, she hesitated before pressing the intercom button this side of a pair of black, we-mean-business, ironwork gates. They were the last in a long line of hurdles she'd scrambled over since early this morning, when Rory Kincaid had agreed to meet with her. Thanks to a buddy's tip, she knew Rory wanted to dispense with a house crammed full of old clothing and costumes. Jilly was a vintage-clothing dealer who wanted into that house. Badly.
Madly.
Despite tight-fitting chiffon, Jilly's stomach executed several rabbit-worthy hops. Madness was the w ... read full excerpt from This Perfect Kiss ebook
