Love, Emerson #2
Nora Bowman’s love life just imploded. A road trip—not running away!—leads her to San Francisco and possibly the most beautiful man she’s ever seen in real life. And Nora saw all of him. Literally. Which is awkward, because he’s her new client. On the plus side, she’s discovered a new kink for tattooed bad boys. Who knew?
Tech millionaire Gabe Sterling has everything—but the one thing his money can’t buy is happiness. When he hires the latest in a long line of interior designers to remodel his secret hideaway, he never expects to fall for the designer’s quirky assistant. Gabe should be focusing on Sterling Enterprises’ ground-breaking new project, but Nora is driving him to distraction.
Will he choose the job and level up from millionaire to billionaire, or will Gabe choose a life with love-shy Nora…if, that is, he can convince her to take a chance on him.
Technically Mine is a fun, sexy story about finding your home—even if you have to run away from it first.
“It was a mistake. You know what happened? I must have butt-dialled you.”
“The correct term is booty call. I’ll be over in ten minutes. Your turn to be naked.”
Gabe pulled the laptop toward him and skimmed a palm over it, head angled down. “You didn’t use this? I left it for you.”
“Didn’t I? I don’t… Maybe I…”
He looked up. Without breaking eye contact, he spun it to face her and opened it. The screen lit up. The words, “I am a big scaredy-cat and I did not use this computer,” glowed in neon green against a black screen.
“I couldn’t use your computer,” Nora said. “It felt too intimate.”
“But using my espresso machine didn’t?”
“You have gravely underestimated how I feel about my coffee. And it’s not my computer. I told Anna. I left it for you.”
He returned the frown and pushed the laptop closer toward her. “I left it for you.”
She looked from him to the laptop and back. “You’re not giving me the computer. Are you?”
“If I want to give it to you, Nora, will you take it?”
“I’m tempted. It’s beautiful. I’ve never seen one quite like it. It’s generous, but I can’t take it. It’s too big. Too much.”
The smile that had been lurking at the corners of his mouth broke into a full grin as he tilted his head to one side and studied her. “You’re not even trying to turn me on, are you?”
“Talking about computers turns you on?”
Gabe laid both hands flat on the breakfast bar and leaned his weight into them. The muscles in his shoulders bunched and his biceps pressed against the sleeves of his tee. “Talking to you turns me on. And it stopped being about computers about halfway through this conversation.”