The Gold Digger

Publisher: Cardinal Press, LLC

Formats: eBook

ASIN: B09BHRM48P

ISBN: N/A

 

A real estate agent, a billionaire, and a mudslide... On the bright side, not much else could go wrong, right?

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The Gold Digger

A real estate agent, a billionaire, and a mudslide... On the bright side, not much else could go wrong, right?

Real estate agent Cambria Baker needs to make a sale, or she’ll be homeless. So, when her broker asks her to do a showing on Mount Hood, Cambria jumps at the chance. The only problem? The buyer is as gruff as he is gorgeous and not impressed with her or the dilapidated cabin.

Tech billionaire Adam Zeile wants to build the perfect mountain lodge where he can forget about work and the women who are only interested in his net worth. He’s excited to see a property with a dream view, but the beautiful real estate agent’s eagerness to make the sale raises his suspicions.

When a mudslide traps them in the cabin, they must put aside their differences. As mutual respect grows into attraction, an unforgettable kiss changes everything. But can their newfound connection last once they’re rescued? Or are they better off burying it and saying goodbye?

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The door flew open as if the real estate agent had been watching from the dirty front window or heard the car pull up. Adam didn’t know if that meant they were in a hurry or eager. Neither boded well.

“Hi.” A woman with auburn hair worn in a French twist greeted him with a grin. She bounced as if excited or she needed to use the restroom. “I hope the drive wasn’t too bad with this rain. You should come inside so you don’t get all wet.”

Her words rushed out one on top of the other without her taking any breaths. She motioned him into the cabin, her hands moving as fast as her words had.

As he entered, the unexpected scent of vanilla hit him, reminding him of his mom. If she wasn’t baking treats for the family, she was making sachets, potpourri, and candles. But the fragrant smell, the opposite of the decrepit interior, put his suspicions on alert. What was the real estate agent trying to hide?

She closed the door. Her wide smile was pure sunshine on this overcast day. “I’m Cambria Baker with Portland Rose Realty.”

“I’m Adam Zeile.”

“It’s so nice to meet you.” She extended her arm.

His fingers touched hers, and a spark flashed.

He jerked his hand away.

“Oh, sorry.” As a blush rushed from her neck to her face, Cambria shook out her hand and then grinned. “The carpet must hold a charge or something.”

Or something was his guess. She was here to show him the cabin, but had she known who he was, or Henry who’d made the appointment? If that were the case, she might try to convince Adam of a spark—chemistry—between them.

Call him paranoid, but his trust had to be earned.

She smiled at him. “This place is a lot to take in.”

So was she. Cambria Baker was younger than he expected—mid-twenties, perhaps. She was also beautiful with high cheekbones, bright green eyes, and full lips. If he went for that type. Once, he had. Okay, as of last weekend, he had.

But no longer.

No matter what Henry thought, Adam was serious about not dating. He needed to focus on buying land and winning the bet. Nothing else. “Are you the listing broker?”

“Heavens no. I haven’t been in real estate long enough for that.” Cambria rubbed her hands together as if she were cold—or nervous. Nerves might explain why she practically buzzed with frenetic energy. “My broker asked me to do the showing for her. I, um, hope that’s okay.”

No, it wasn’t, because this woman had too much in common with his recent dates. Granted, he’d known her for less than sixty seconds, so he might be hypercritical based on his experiences. Adam studied her.

Her skirt and blazer fit loosely as if they were at least a size too big. The professional style was acceptable for a real estate showing in Portland, but she wasn’t dressed for a rainstorm on Mount Hood. Somehow, her hair and makeup were perfect despite the constant rain falling from the sky. Her pumps, too.

Everything about her shouted, “trying too hard.”

His muscles tensed. Henry wanted him to be nice, but each nerve ending stood on alert. The fight-or-flight instinct kicked in because Adam had no idea how far Cambria would go to get a sale.

Or something else.

Adam fought the urge to run out the door. Two things stopped him—the rain and no car. Hood Hamlet was too far to walk, especially in the wet weather, and he still hadn’t seen the view from the second story.