Title: Professor Adorkable
professor falls for his hot young housekeeper? One heck of an earthy explosion…
analyzing stellar explosions doesn't apply to his own disordered world.
Forgetting to eat, sleep, and leave his lab has triggered some epic personal
disasters. When his family insists he hire live-in help, he discovers home life
has awesome benefits. His new housekeeper's smile sparks more energy than a
supernova. And the way he moves? It rocks Marek's galaxy.
high-flying life in Hollywood. But how does a guy whose best skill is getting
dirty clean up his act? His new gig with Domesticated Inc seems like a great
first step. Keeping house for a nerdy young astrophysics professor is exactly
the low-key, no-chance-for-trouble job he needs, right?
both men. And fun. And more than a little hot. It's when they're faced with the
idea of living apart that the truly messy work begins…
Edie Danford's Professor Adorkable is a very interesting romance.
Marek is adorable, with his nerdy comments, his awkward social skills and his inability to connect to his students. His housekeeper, Pete, meanwhile, is trying to start over, yet is still confused on his efforts towards being a better person.
As the two men have been living together, they have developed feelings for each other. It's natural for Marek to feel something for Pete, as Marek has been lonely for the majority of his life, and he's enjoying Pete's companionship.
The two men shouldn't get involved, as Pete is being paid to live there, and Marek's uncle is controlling and doesn't want them together romantically. They struggle for a bit with these issues, but eventually they cave, giving into their attraction.
The relationship that develops is sweet, tender and romantic. Despite the complications of getting together, their relationship develops naturally, and they end up being perfect for one another. They compliment each other, and are just so great together. They can talk about everything and anything, and they have explosive chemistry.
They still have to face those obstacles head on at some point, as Marek's uncle isn't going to back down, and Pete doesn't feel right about being with his boss. I liked the way both issues were dealt with, as it was realistic and memorable.
Professor Adorkable is definitely worth reading, especially if love nerds. Edie Danford has created an unexpected and impressive romance.
housekeeper. “So I will clean it up.”
given several hours,” Pete responds, his smile crooked. There are no signs of
exasperation on his face or in his tone. No signs that he’s upset I’ve woken
him up with the sound of breaking glass, and that his once-pristine kitchen
floor is now covered with a mess I could have easily avoided if I’d been paying
attention. “But it’s my job. Tomorrow morning your job is to go teach a class.
You’ll sleep until eight, eat a good breakfast, and then be off.”
how it will happen?”
democratic household, yes?”
kings or queens.”
of your uncle signing my paycheck. But I get what you’re saying, I guess. What
were you interested in negotiating?”
I move my shoulders up and down to show him all this tension I’m experiencing.
“I’ll go upstairs and sleep, but first I would like company. To hang out with
you. For a while.”
across his bare chest and stares at me. “So you’re saying you’ll let me do my
job. But only if I give up my free time for you?”
face suddenly becomes steam-burn hot.
him—or any guy—I find attractive. Doesn’t matter where I am—Prague, Pasadena,
Chicago. My language barrier isn’t about Czech versus English. It’s about my
head versus my tongue.
not simple. But, as usual, I’ve said words that could be construed as—
says it with a kind note in his voice.
short hair—hair I want so fucking badly to touch. Is it bristly, soft? Would it
sift through my fingers easily, or would it be like my hair and cling to my
Potter chapter,” he says, lacking his usual enthusiasm for the idea. “But just
one. And if you fall asleep or if I fall asleep or if we both fall asleep, it
will be your job to wake up and go back to bed. No sleepovers. That’s a rule
that’s not allowed to change.”
shit about the unreasonableness of his request—if we’re asleep, how will we
know we’re asleep and thus breaking his rules?
pushing him. I know he’s beginning to figure out I want more than just his
company. So much more.
would get my way with a few basic words. Logic applies in my lab. When it comes
to my personal life, however, logic rarely applies. Basic words never seem to
take him into his room, to put him on his comfortable bed, to kiss his clever
mouth over and over and over, to blow him until his sweet hotness spills down
my throat, to hold him tightly and use friction to excellent effect (inside or
outside our bodies, I don’t care) until we both come—then he would say “no”
quickly and firmly, and quietly shut that detestable door in my face. And I’ll be
lucky if he’s still around in the morning.
hope this is more than just his workplace. We are friends. He’s my best friend,
actually. And he’s the one who makes this place a home.
had my language tutor called it? Nuance. Nuanced meanings. Pete and I have a
lot of nuances happening between us.
“Chapter Twelve. ‘The Tri-wizard Tournament.’ I need to know all about it.”
open door to his suite. “I’ll meet you in there.”
zaps from that ionizer—but my head doesn’t like the take-care-of-business look
on Pete’s face. No smile, no teasing, no dancing notes to the way his boots
clap against the tile floor. He checks the locks and the deadbolts on the back
door and walks toward his room.
his eyebrows rising. He looks as though he’s holding his breath, maybe holding
back a sigh.
space tonight. Better for me to be apart from what I want so much, but can’t
have. I should walk away, go back to my room without bothering Pete.
want to be more than a job for him. I want to be more than some guy he feels
sorry for, some guy who can’t even say what he wants.
glass from the nearby cabinet. I fill the glass half full at the tap and then
drink. I set it down carefully. The water is cold, but my skin feels hot. I can
feel Pete watching me, waiting.
feet carry me toward Pete.