So now my parents focus all of their attention—much of it unwanted—on my lacking love life.
Realizing she’s still waiting for a reply, I heft out a long sigh, glaring at her. “Mom. He’s no one. I swear.”
“Tell me his name,” she demands.
“Gage Emerson.” Just saying his name out loud makes my skin tingle. I love his name. I loved especially when I whispered it in his ear just before he came. Hard.
Taking a deep breath, I tell myself to calm down. Those are so not the thoughts I should be having with my mother in the same room.
Mom frowns, a little crease forming between her scrunched brows. “Hmm, I don’t recognize the name. I don’t know of any Emersons who live in the area, but I must confess, I’m woefully out of touch when it comes to those who are your age. I haven’t been to the country club in forever.”
She sounds so old fashioned sometimes, and what is she? In her early fifties? Mom acts and sounds much older. But she grew up in a much stricter world than I ever did. My grandparents wouldn’t let her do anything.
It drives me crazy, how she loves to go on and on about me needing a man in my life. Her disappointment that I haven’t found a boyfriend is her old-fashioned thinking rearing its ugly head.
“He’s not from the area,” I tell her, tossing my jeans onto the last spot of empty space on my bed.
“Oh? So how did you two meet?”
“At an event a few nights ago. Remember the brewery- and wine-tasting thing I told you about?”
“Ah, yes. So.” She smiles. “What does he do?”
He’s a shark who’s sniffing around Molina property and wants to steal it from us for nothing so he can turn around and make a huge profit.
Oh yeah, and he’s a sex god who had me screaming his name when he made me come.
“He’s in real estate,” I finally answer as I head back into my closet.
My stomach roils, and I press my lips together. Why am I going out with him again? Yes, I’m hoping he’ll get me an in with Archer Bancroft so I can talk him into carrying Autumn Harvest bakery desserts at his restaurants in his two hotels.
I hope this entire setup works. More than anything, I hope I can enjoy my dinner tonight and not want to stab Gage in the chest with my fork. As long as he keep his mouth shut and looks pretty, we should be good.
You are such a bitch.
Maybe I am. But the man provokes me like none other. Both in a good and bad way.
Mom follows me, hovering at the open door. “Residential or commercial?”
I can practically hear her brain calculating how much he could possibly be worth. “I don’t know. I’m guessing commercial.”
“Ahh. That’s nice. How old is he?”
“Um.” I swallow hard. I don’t know all the pertinent information about Gage Emerson beyond his name, that he and Archer are friends, and he’s a jackass snake in the grass who’s really good with his hands. And his mouth. And his . . .
Wow, isn’t my opinion of him top notch?
“I think he’s in his early thirties?” I wince, not one hundred percent sure my answer is right. Looks like Google and I need a second date tonight.
“Sounds like you don’t know much about your young man.”
I barely restrain from rolling my eyes. “He’s not mine, Mom.”
“Oh, someday he will be. If he’s smart and realizes what a fine catch you are.” She sounds so confident. I almost hate to disappoint her.
So I don’t.
“He’s very intelligent. I think he’s fairly successful at his job.” From the way he dressed and his arrogant attitude, I would say he’s definitely doing all right. Plus, there was all that research I did on him. Not that I’m telling my mom anything. “He’s handsome too.”
Too handsome, is more like it. All that dark hair tinged with gold, the intense hazel eyes, rugged bone structure, and too tempting mouth—he’s definitely gorgeous.
Not to mention that amazing body and big ol’ . . .
“He sounds delightful. Is he coming here to pick you up?” Mom asks, her expression beyond hopeful.
“I’m meeting him at the restaurant,” I answer, ignoring her disappointment. I can’t let it bother me. If I had Gage pick me up at the house, he’d get the third degree. My father would probably make him fill out a questionnaire to see if he’s good enough to go out with me or not, and we’d end up here for hours. In the end, Gage would run screaming from my house, never to return.
And I wouldn’t doubt for an instant that Gage is using me to get close to my father. Considering I’m using him to get an in with Archer, I guess I can’t complain.
“I don’t know if I like that,” Mom murmurs, shaking her head.
I start going through my clothing again, pushing aside one hanger after another. “Let’s see if this goes any further before I bring him around here, okay?”
“Of course.” Mom nods but she still looks a little heartbroken. “I understand. Well, I’ll let you get back to your search. Let me know if you need any help.”
I watch her leave, jumping a little when she slams the door behind her.
I’ve disappointed her. Again. This time it hangs heavy over me. She makes me feel like a little kid. When am I ever going to do anything right in her eyes?
Exiting my closet, I grab my cell from my bedside table, shocked to see I have a text message from Gage. We exchanged phone numbers before we got off the phone earlier, but I didn’t expect to hear from him.