Good and Dirty: A Sinfully Delightful Series

By Alexia Chase

Can a high-school drop-out find love with a college-educated accountant?

Joe is tired of fake women. So, when he meets his pink-haired tattoo artist, he's intrigued.

Rissa has always wanted a good guy who likes to get dirty, but she's never found one. Is Joe the guy she's been searching for?

Too bad she doesn't have sex with strangers or date clients.

What happens if they succumb to their desires? Can a drop-out and a college-graduate work? Or is their attraction destined to never see the light of day?

Do you like to feel the rapid heartbeat and fluttering butterflies of falling in love?

Good and Dirty is a standalone, insta-attraction, opposites attract romantic short story between a tattoo artist and her client told in her point of view...all set in the Alexia Chase's Sinfully Addictive World.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Alexia Chase
• Release date: Dec 22, 2022
• ISBN: 9798215234150

Book preview

Book Excerpt

Joe folded his arms across his broad chest. So, you going to do me?

Rissa coughed. Your tattoo?

For starters.

Joe, let’s get something straight. I don’t fuck random strangers, and I don’t date clients.

Joe walked over to the counter and rested his hands on the Formica. Good thing we won’t be strangers for long. His eyes dared her to challenge him. And, who said anything about dating?

Wow. You’re a cocky one.

Thanks.

Rissa glanced down to look at her openings on the calendar. Can you start tomorrow?

Tomorrow night.

Night? Rissa raised her eyebrows.

Sure. I told you. I’m an accountant, and I have a day job. You’re going to have to fit me in at night. Joe smirked. I guess we were both wrong. That’s kind of like dating, isn’t it?

Rissa narrowed her eyes. Down, boy. Be here at 5 o’clock.

Chapter One

Rissa Woodson sat down in her chair with a thump and propped her feet on the tattoo table. She tilted her head and studied her pink-painted toenails. Yikes. They needed some attention, but finding time was a problem.

Rissa? Her brother Rob called out from the waiting room. Rissa, Rob, and their younger brother Remington owned the tattoo shop. Their parents had sold it to them when they’d moved and opened their bar in Vegas. They’d claimed it was a mid-life crisis. She thought they’d just gone crazy.

Yeah?

I’ve got a live one for you.

Rissa closed her eyes. Just what she needed, a damn virgin. Rissa hated poppin’ cherries for college kids looking to piss off their mom and dad. Almost as much as she disliked damned bikers. Not that all bikers were bad. She knew some great ones. But all the ones that wanted her to do tattoos for them made her break out in a case of the heebie-jeebies.

Send her in.

It’s a dude.

Even worse. A pretty boy who wanted a tramp stamp. Those boys were either pussies or had no idea what to do with a pussy.

Why aren’t you doing it?

He asked for you.

Fine. Rissa stood and walked into the waiting room. Her brother was standing behind the cash register as he closed out for the night.

Rissa’s mouth dried as she caught a glimpse of the guy in question. His dark hair was perfectly trimmed, and he had piercing blue eyes. He wore a tight black t-shirt that showed off his bulging muscles and a low-hung pair of jeans.

Damn, he’s pretty. Her nipples tightened. Fuck. Don’t get all hot under the collar. He’s a client and most likely scared to death of a