The Midnight Couch E-Book

Jae

• Herausgeber: Ylva Publishing
• Kategorie: Gesellschafts- und Liebesromane
• Sprache: Englisch

Seitenzahl: 47

Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2014

Beschreibung

A technician falls for a host at her radio station in this heartwarming lesbian romance story. At 30, Paula, a technician at a radio station, feels a bit ridiculous for having a big crush on Dr. Christine Graham, host of the late-night radio show The Midnight Couch. Every night when midnight approaches, she vows that this will be the day when she asks Christine on a date—only to chicken out every time. But when Christine hosts a special show about revealing secret love on Valentine's Day, Paula suddenly finds herself on The Midnight Couch.

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Table of Contents

The Midnight Couch

About Jae

Other books from Ylva Publishing

Coming from Ylva Publishing in 2015

The Midnight Couch

Paula always felt like Cinderella when midnight approached; only in her case, the magic didn’t wear off at the stroke of midnight—that’s when it began.

And today, she had a front-row seat since she was working in the deserted reception area of the radio station. As she took the coffee machine apart, she kept an eye on the automatic doors.

Finally, they swept open. A gust of cool night air rushed in, followed by her—Dr. Christine Graham, clinical psychologist, host of the popular late-night radio show The Midnight Couch, and the woman of Paula’s dreams.

Christine crossed the station’s lobby, her heels clicking over the fake marble floor.

From the cover of the coffee machine, Paula trailed her gaze upward over shapely calves and trim hips. Her gaze didn’t have far to go. Even in heels, Christine barely topped five feet, but what she lacked in height, she made up in looks. She didn’t fit the description of someone who had “a face for radio,” a person who wasn’t attractive enough to make it in television. A few raindrops clung to her honey-blonde hair, but she either didn’t notice or didn’t care. Her luscious lips parted into a warm smile when she stopped in front of the reception desk.

“Good evenin’, Paula,” Christine said with her slight Scottish lilt.

Paula held on to the coffee machine as Christine’s voice made her knees turn into wobbly goo. “Evening, Christine.”

“Are you manning the front desk tonight?” Christine asked, grinning.

Paula glanced down at her jeans, polo shirt, and tool belt. “Looking like this? I don’t think the station manager would appreciate it.”

“Oh, who knows?” Christine winked. “He might have a thing for women with a tool belt.”

Yeah. But the real question is: do you? “Nah, I don’t think so,” Paula said.

“Then what are you doing here?”

“Can’t you tell?” Paula said, keeping her expression deadpan. “I’m fixing a piece of highly complex equipment that is essential to the working of the station—the coffee machine.”

Christine laughed. “Please proceed, then.”

Paula didn’t want to return to work and let Christine go so soon. She enjoyed every second of talking to her. “How did the rest of the show go yesterday?”

Christine had stayed an hour longer to fill in for Dave, the DJ of their music show Nightlife, who was out sick, so Paula’s shift had ended before Christine wrapped up the show.

“Any interesting calls?” Paula asked.

An impish grin lit Christine’s cornflower-blue eyes. “Aye. A bloke called and confessed his passionate love for his rubber plant.”

“No way!” Paula squinted at her. Even after two years, she sometimes couldn’t tell when Christine was pulling her leg.

“I swear. It’s called object sexuality.”

Paula shook her head. Compared to that, her secret infatuation with Christine was harmless. Speaking of secret… You’re supposed to be changing that, remember?

Her New Year’s resolution was to ask Christine out on a date, but it was already February and she hadn’t found the courage to talk about anything personal with her. Whenever she was about to ask Christine if she wanted to have coffee or dinner on Sunday, her only day off, doubts began to creep in. Why would a successful psychologist and radio personality like Christine be interested in a broadcast technician? Besides, she wasn’t even sure Christine was gay. Nothing indicated that she was interested in women—but then again, in the two years Paula had known her, Christine hadn’t shown any interest in men either. Even Dave, who made every other female employee of the station swoon, didn’t seem to have the same effect on her.

You’ll never know if you don’t try. Wasn’t that what Christine always told her listeners?

Before she could think of something to say to continue the conversation and keep Christine next to her for a little longer and possibly even ask her out, her cell phone rang.

With an apologetic glance in Christine’s direction, she fumbled it from her belt, hoping it wasn’t an emergency that would require her to drive out to their transmitter site in the middle of the night. “Yes?”

“Hi, Paula, it’s Aaron.”

He was the night-shift sound engineer of their sister station. While she listened to his rambling complaint about a piece of equipment, she looked up.

Christine was still there, leaning against the receptionist’s desk, watching her with a patient smile.

Paula’s cheeks warmed under her gaze. “Yes, sure,” she said to Aaron. Then her brain, which had been otherwise occupied, caught up with what her mouth had just said. “Uh, I meant no. That’s crazy. No way are we giving you our new soundboard. We just bought it last year.” Her colleagues from the day shifts had probably already told him the same, so he’d tried his luck with her.

When she finally ended the call, Christine still stood waiting.

Paula’s heart jumped joyfully. Was there something she wanted, or did she enjoy talking to her too?

“Could you do me a favor?” Christine asked.

Anything. Paula bit her lip, for a moment not sure whether she’d said it out loud. “Of course. What is it?”

“It’s about Valentine’s Day,” Christine said.

Paula blinked. She barely dared to breathe. Oh my God, she’s not about to ask me out, is she?