Chapter 7
“I don’t know what’s gotten into you, but this latest book is absolutely amazeballs,” Paisley gushed. “I mean, it’s not like your normal work is shoddy by any stretch, but this one is just next level.”
Emerson had to admit, to herself at least, that she was right. “Glad you’re happy with it. I’ll get those corrections done tomorrow, and Troy should have the final audio files ready for you by the end of the week.”
“Fabulous. My readers are going to go nuts. I swear, if I didn’t know any better, I’d say you’ve suddenly started having really great sex.”
She bit her lip as her brain readily supplied a mental image of Caleb in turnout pants…and nothing else, doing a slow striptease.
Paisley didn’t miss a thing. “Emerson! Are you?”
“I’m not. But...I’m thinking about it.”
At her
