BROOKLYNAIRE by Sarina Bowen

I grab a towel off a waiting stack of them and toss it onto the edge. “You can sit and put your feet in.”

She’s wearing a short little knit dress that’s been making me crazy all evening, so it would be easy enough for her to strip off those stockings, sit on the towel, and drop both feet in.

And that’s what she does. She eases one stocking down over a smooth knee and tugs it off.

I don’t want to stand there staring like a middle-school boy. Okay, I do want to. But I don’t want to make her uncomfortable. So I go over to the sound system instead, and I set my phone on the speaker and cue up a really old playlist. One she’ll recognize.

When I turn around again, she’s seated on the towel, both legs hanging down into the churning water. “Ah. Wow.” She looks up at me, her eyes sparkling. “Nice place you got here.”

“Isn’t it?” I toe off my shoes and kick them to the side.

The first song comes on, and it’s a Macklemore tune that we used to play far too often in our first office. Rebecca laughs immediately. “You didn’t! I haven’t heard this playlist in forever. But I’ll bet I still know every transition. Lady Gaga is next.”

“She sure is.”

Rebecca kicks her feet, making a splash. “I have a little confession to make.”

“What’s that?” I loosen my tie and slide the knot out.

“Well…” She grins up at me. “I used to have a crush on you. Back in the early days.”

My hands freeze on the tie silk. “Get out of town. You did not.”

“No, I really did.” Her cheeks are pink. “That first year especially. But you were taken, and you were my boss. Those two things made it pretty easy to tamp down, when you’re a practical girl like me.”

I walk over and drop down beside her, my back to the water, though, because I’m still wearing trousers and socks. “So how does that work, exactly?”

“What?” She gives me a sidelong glance, but then looks away again and won’t meet my eyes.

“How do you stop wanting someone? I’m a practical person, but I don’t see how that makes it any easier. Nothing seems to mute the raging attraction I have for you.”

Her chin turns quickly toward me, and I seize the opportunity to kiss her. And it only takes one kiss—one slide of my lips over hers, and I’m on fire again.

We’re facing opposite directions, so it’s awkward as hell. But I don’t even care. I take greedy sip after greedy sip of her mouth, until she pulls back to stare at me. Her color is high and her eyes are bright and happy. “This is like Twister.”

“It’s better,” I correct. Lady Gaga comes on, just as Becca said she would. “Are we getting into this pool or what?”

Becca kicks a foot in the water. “I’m tempted. But I don’t have a bathing suit.”

“Oh, snap.”

She smiles and shakes her head. “Are you really getting in?”

“We don’t have to.” I’m never going to pressure her.

Her fingers trail across the surface of the bubbling water. “But this is an adventure, right?”

“Right.” I stand up and remove my socks. She’s watching me. And I can’t read her expression. “What?”

“Just wondering what else you’re going to take off.” She smiles.

“Come here.” The order rolls off my tongue.

But Rebecca doesn’t blink. She gets up and turns toward me, curiosity in her eyes.

“You tell me. What am I taking off?”

She puts two hands tentatively on my chest, and I make myself be patient. Everything I ever wanted is on the other side of this moment. I just need us to break through this awkwardness—the “will we or won’t we” tension.  

Her fingers find the top button of my shirt. “I’m not getting in the water unless you are.”

That’s a compromise I can live with. I find my lower shirt buttons and work upwards, until we meet in the middle. She pushes the two halves of my shirt apart and runs a hand down my bare chest.

My inner caveman stands up and cheers.

BROOKLYNAIRE
Sarina Bowen

4.5 stars

Sarina Bowen is a relatively newer to me author and I am so glad I found her books. Brooklynaire was charming, romantic and so damn sweet with very light angst. It had amazing characters and a story I devoured. I laughed and swooned so much!

You want a woman that can get stuff done and is always in control? Well Rebecca, Becca, Rowley is that woman. For seven years she has worked in Nate Kattenberger’s world and has kept things running for him. But when Becca is hurt and out of commission, Nate steps in to help. Like any friend would do, right?

Nate was once the young man working to build a dream. Seven years ago, he hired Becca to manage his office when nobody knew who he was. Now he is a billionaire running a very successful company and the proud owner of a hockey team with everything he ever dreamed off at the tip of his fingers. That is everything but the woman who has captivated his mind and heart for more years than he can admit.

I absolutely loved Nate and Kate. They were great characters. Both were strong, determined and perfectionist workaholics. When Becca went to work for Nate, she pushed away any attraction since he was not available. But during that time things changed, and Nate begin to have feelings for Becca. But both being professionals they avoided anything personal between them.

But when Becca is hurt, Nate steps in because he is worried for his friend, nothing else. Right? Next thing you know she is staying with him and seeing the best specialists Nate can find. When one-night changes everything between them. Becca avoids Nate. They are too different and nothing good can come from it, right?

I loved this story so much. I loved the characters and was drawn into their story from start to finish. Brooklynaire was a sweet and charming friends-to-lovers romance that had me laughing and swooning. Nate wore his feelings on his sleeves and was both determined and awkward. I love that about him. Becca had doubts and worries, but after what happened between them, she could not stop thinking about Nate as more than her boss and friend. This was a great read I highly recommend.

~ Liz

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