The Kiss Quotient (The Kiss Quotient, #1)

by Helen Hoang

“You smell really, really good. What is it?” Where was that scent coming from? It seemed to be everywhere on him, but too light. She craved a more concentrated dose. “Michael?” A funny look crossed his face. “It’s just me, Stella.” “You smell this good?”

“You don’t like French kissing?” “It makes me feel like a shark getting its teeth cleaned by pilot fish.”

“Girls like you don’t need escorts. Girls like you have boyfriends. You need to get this idea out of your head.”

He was an obsession waiting to happen.

“Look at your face. Don’t try to tell me you don’t like her. It’s clear as day. I’m glad you finally got some good taste in women. Keep this one.”

She had a disorder, but it didn’t define her. She was Stella. She was a unique person.

“We’re too different. She’s really smart and makes loads of money.”

How was she supposed to seduce him when he seduced her so well?

He had to wash his clients away before he slept. No way would he bring them into his bed. Well, except for this client. None of his rules had ever applied to Stella.

He’d been undressed by hundreds of different people. In that moment, he couldn’t remember a single one of their faces. There was only Stella.

“I don’t want just a night or a week or a month with you. I want you all the time. I like you better than calculus, and math is the only thing that unites the universe.

Love, he found, was a jail. It trapped, and it clipped wings. It dragged you down, forced you to places you didn’t want to go—like this club he didn’t belong in.