One Night Stand With The Unforgettable Stranger のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 401 - チャプター 410

He was a guy with a job who could probably barely afford his mortgage repayments. Not the guy she wanted or needed in her life. She stepped up onto the porch and rapped on the door. When there was no answer she tried knocking again and then she noticed the little white doorbell. She pressed it and smiled at the chimes she heard. It was just like the one Mimi had. In fact, the whole house and neighborhood reminded her of her grandmother. The front door flew open and Jake stood blinking owlishly at her through the screen door. His hair was in disarray and a pair of dark-rimmed glasses sat crookedly on his nose. Her ovaries may have cried a little at the sight. He was so fucking hot and in his current state of discombobulation, he was downright adorable. “Emma?” “The one and only,” she said. “Natalie sent me an SOS signal. She said you needed this?” She held up the folder with the identifier printed neatly on the tab. She loved her labeler. Oh, and the laminator. He pushed th

Someone standing beside her was taking notes and Emma realized that she should be too. She read through the steps and scribbled furiously as she realized what was written was nothing like what was happening in front of her. Jake flowed around the kitchen like he had been born to it. His long fingers touched, caressing, and fondling the ingredients with care and dedication. It was surprisingly arousing but then Emma thought that anything Jake did with as much focus as he showed right now would be arousing. What would all that focus on her be like? It was something she never experienced before—single-minded focus on her. Her mother had been too focused on herself and her grief when she was growing up to take any sort of notice of Emma. Kirra was still a baby so she was only focussed on herself, and any boyfriends Emma had were more focussed on their own pleasure to really pay any attention to her. There was an intensity to Jake that both excited her and frightened her. He could suck h

Emma’s eyes widened in surprise. She had heard of flowers being sent after the fact but never before. “What?” Jake turned a dark gaze on her. His grey eyes transformed from the warmth of earlier to a pale icy color. “You’re going on a date with him?” Emma looked back at the flowers and then her eyes met Jake’s again. “Yeah. Dinner. Tonight.” “Right,” Jake said with a long, harsh exhale. He tossed the card onto her desk and walked over to his. “Good for you. Your plan is working I see.” “I ran into him downstairs at the espresso bar,” she said, not exactly sure why she was explaining herself to him. “A coincidence?” he asked, raising his eyebrow skeptically. “I did not go chasing after him if that’s what you’re thinking,” she said hotly, her sudden anger at Jake’s insinuation propelling her feet to finally move as she crossed to her desk. “I went down to buy a coffee and he was there.” “But why was he there, Emma?” She threw her arms up in defeat. “Because he owns t

She looked at him across the table, her gaze assessing. “I must admit, I expected to see more of you at the lab. From all reports, you are very hands-on.” He sighed. This is where things got tricky. She would eventually find out that he wasn’t who she thought he was, but he didn’t want to blow his cover too early. Not until he swung an introduction to Jonathon Ashby, who he was surer every day was posing as Jake Campbell. “I used to be,” he said. “Unfortunately, I don’t have the luxury of tinkering around in the lab that I once had.” “You should make some time and come down to R&D one day,” she said. “I think it would be good for the other techs to see you and you really should meet Jake.” Could it be that easy? Could he just waltz into R&D? Would his current employee ID get him past security? No, he didn’t think so. His job was as a sales assistant in one of the stores, he doubted his ID would get him anywhere near R&D. “I’ll see what I can do,” he said,

He took her hand and guided her over to the desk where a harried-looking nurse stood clicking on a computer. “Excuse me,” he said, flashing a smile. “We’re trying to find a patient that was just brought in.” “Name?” “Kirra Camilleri,” Emma said, her voice shaking. “What’s your relationship to the patient?” “She’s my sister,” Emma said, “and I’m her legal guardian.” Jonathon’s eyebrows rose at her words, but he didn’t say anything. “She’s with the doctor at the moment,” the woman said. “Take a seat and I’ll let them know you’re here.” Jonathan guided her over to a chair and he sat with her, pulling her against his shoulder as much as he could in the uncomfortable plastic chairs. “What happened to your sister?” he asked. “Rugby,” Emma said with a harsh exhale as she leaned her head on his shoulder. “Bad tackle. Head knocks. She was unconscious for a few seconds. They brought her here to check for concussion.” Just then a stocky