on for hot guys…or anyone with power. And then as soon as they are gone, she’s back to bitch mode. She’s a transformer. Hence the name, Mega Bitch.” She raised her eyebrows and then turned on her heels. “I have to get back to my desk, but I’m glad you’re okay.”
I didn’t forget about Mr. Ford. I had pushed him out of my mind as soon as I walked into my interview. I needed to focus on new opportunities. I needed to focus on my new job. I needed to focus on my new city. I needed to focus on my dating game with Autumn. A model type sex symbol who almost melted my panties off with a fleeting glance in an elevator was not what I needed. But as soon as Meghan said his name, my skin tingled and my stomach dropped. Mr. Ford, I mused silently.
Before she could walk out of the door, I called out to her. “ Hey, Meghan. Was Mr. Ford Mega Bitch’s boyfriend?”
“ God no! I’m sure she wishes though. He has this mysterious, tough guy image that’s working for him. And he’s sexy, right?”
“I suppose,” I shrugged nonchalantly, avoiding eye contact by looking down at my desk.
“Bullshit,” Meghan laughed before walking away.
I laughed as I straightened the papers on my desk. Yeah, she’s right. ‘I suppose’ doesn’t quite describe the way that suit fit his muscular body or the way his sculpted jaw made his full lips look kissable or the way the clear blue of his eyes looked right into the core of me or—nope, I’m not going there. I’m not choosing my own guys this month. Or ever again. My track record speaks for itself. I will go on a bunch of dates this month, courtesy of Autumn’s selection for me.
Putting some music on, I spent the rest of the day working out the details and creating the treatments for the upcoming photo shoots. The idea was to have two photos—one in their office and the other in a location that could showcase where they relax. Before I could work out the third set-up, design and location, my phone rang.
“Hello?” I picked up the phone and looked at the time.
“ I have your first date already lined up,” Autumn responded as soon as I answered.
“ What?” I gasped. “Autumn! Are you serious?”
“Yes! I’m so excited. But I have to finish up this email so I can leave in a few. See you tonight!”
“ Wait! When is it?”
“ Sunday night! Oh, you don’t have to work, do you?”
“No, I have to work on Sunday but it’s early.” Even though it was my idea, the nerves bubbled up inside me. “Auty, that was fast!”
“I know! But after I thought about it for a couple of days, I starte d really getting into the idea. I scoured his social media and there’s nothing questionable about him. He seems awesome. Fun and crazy, just like you. And he’s cute. Really cute.”
I smiled despite myself and squealed into the phone. “I’m excited! The mystery is already killing me!”
Laughing, Autumn responded, “Exactly! I hear you jamming over there.”
“Yes , girl. I’ve had this one song on repeat. It’s been my inspiration.”
“Nice! Okay, I gotta go. See you at home!”
Hanging up the phone, the reality of my plan started sinking in. Grabbing my list of bachelors, I looked the names over and realized I didn’t recognize any of them. The one-line biographies of the men just listed their age, the companies they work for, their current title and their favorite hobby. Because I finished the photography treatments of the first three shoots, I focused on those three men. Searching online and checking social media, only two of them seemed like viable candidates for Autumn.
Brecken James, twenty-five, TV news anchor, swimmer. Jordan Moretti, twenty-nine, restaurateur and head chef, painter, I mentally noted as I wrote down their names. As I clicked through their websites, I decided both were definitely hot, smart and interesting enough to get on the top bachelor list,
I didn’t forget about Mr. Ford. I had pushed him out of my mind as soon as I walked into my interview. I needed to focus on new opportunities. I needed to focus on my new job. I needed to focus on my new city. I needed to focus on my dating game with Autumn. A model type sex symbol who almost melted my panties off with a fleeting glance in an elevator was not what I needed. But as soon as Meghan said his name, my skin tingled and my stomach dropped. Mr. Ford, I mused silently.
Before she could walk out of the door, I called out to her. “ Hey, Meghan. Was Mr. Ford Mega Bitch’s boyfriend?”
“ God no! I’m sure she wishes though. He has this mysterious, tough guy image that’s working for him. And he’s sexy, right?”
“I suppose,” I shrugged nonchalantly, avoiding eye contact by looking down at my desk.
“Bullshit,” Meghan laughed before walking away.
I laughed as I straightened the papers on my desk. Yeah, she’s right. ‘I suppose’ doesn’t quite describe the way that suit fit his muscular body or the way his sculpted jaw made his full lips look kissable or the way the clear blue of his eyes looked right into the core of me or—nope, I’m not going there. I’m not choosing my own guys this month. Or ever again. My track record speaks for itself. I will go on a bunch of dates this month, courtesy of Autumn’s selection for me.
Putting some music on, I spent the rest of the day working out the details and creating the treatments for the upcoming photo shoots. The idea was to have two photos—one in their office and the other in a location that could showcase where they relax. Before I could work out the third set-up, design and location, my phone rang.
“Hello?” I picked up the phone and looked at the time.
“ I have your first date already lined up,” Autumn responded as soon as I answered.
“ What?” I gasped. “Autumn! Are you serious?”
“Yes! I’m so excited. But I have to finish up this email so I can leave in a few. See you tonight!”
“ Wait! When is it?”
“ Sunday night! Oh, you don’t have to work, do you?”
“No, I have to work on Sunday but it’s early.” Even though it was my idea, the nerves bubbled up inside me. “Auty, that was fast!”
“I know! But after I thought about it for a couple of days, I starte d really getting into the idea. I scoured his social media and there’s nothing questionable about him. He seems awesome. Fun and crazy, just like you. And he’s cute. Really cute.”
I smiled despite myself and squealed into the phone. “I’m excited! The mystery is already killing me!”
Laughing, Autumn responded, “Exactly! I hear you jamming over there.”
“Yes , girl. I’ve had this one song on repeat. It’s been my inspiration.”
“Nice! Okay, I gotta go. See you at home!”
Hanging up the phone, the reality of my plan started sinking in. Grabbing my list of bachelors, I looked the names over and realized I didn’t recognize any of them. The one-line biographies of the men just listed their age, the companies they work for, their current title and their favorite hobby. Because I finished the photography treatments of the first three shoots, I focused on those three men. Searching online and checking social media, only two of them seemed like viable candidates for Autumn.
Brecken James, twenty-five, TV news anchor, swimmer. Jordan Moretti, twenty-nine, restaurateur and head chef, painter, I mentally noted as I wrote down their names. As I clicked through their websites, I decided both were definitely hot, smart and interesting enough to get on the top bachelor list,
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