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He quickly proves he’s the most annoying, arrogant, and ruthless man I’ve ever met.
My employment contract ties me to him for the next year.
Three hundred and sixty-four days from now I’ll be free of him forever.
Or will I?
I’m about to prove that he’s never crossed paths with a woman quite like me.
He may be the most annoying, arrogant, and ruthless man I’ve ever met, but he’s never crossed paths with a woman quite like me.
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Bella
“What are you wearing?”
Rolling my eyes, I press the phone closer to my ear. “That’s creepy as fuck. Why would you ask me that?”
“Duh.” My best friend, Max Polley, drags that one syllable out as I cross the street headed toward a restaurant in the West Village that I’ve never been to.
“Maxwell,” I snap back, weaving my way through the early evening pedestrian traffic. “Focus.”
I’m finally done work for the week. That should bring a sense of relief, but it feels as though half of Manhattan has converged on this block. It’s swarming with people. I escaped my crowded office only to dive into this mess.
“I’m focused.” He clears his throat. “The guy you’re meeting for dinner is named Dale Simpson or Smithson. Maybe it’s Samson. All I remember is that there’s a son in his surname.”
I inch my way past a group of five women who have come to a dead stop in front of a hotel. Rolling suitcases sit at their heels.
Tourists.
I toss them a smile as I pass them by. “What does he look like, Max?”
He heaves a sigh. “I asked Tiffany to send me a picture of him, but so far there’s nothing incoming from her.”
I slow, anxiety dictating my movements. “Remind me again why I’m going on this date. You know I’d much rather come down to the store and hang out with you.”
Max ignores my request to join him. “Remember a few months ago when I was Tiff’s plus one at her friend’s wedding? I saw Dale that night for a split second. You know that I save every face to memory. I’ll describe him to you.”
I agreed to this blind date less than an hour ago as a favor to Max.
He arranged it as a favor to his friend. Tiffany Alesso met Max a year ago when she walked into the shoe store his family owns. She bought a dozen pair of stilettoes from him. The commission on the sale paid his rent for a month.
It also funded our joint twenty-third birthday getaway to Atlantic City.
Max covered the bus tickets and the hotel. I sprang for the food and one hundred dollars each for gambling.
We didn’t win a dime, but we created memories that will last us forever.
“If you weren’t my best friend, I would bail on this,” I point out.
“Stop walking and talking.” Max laughs. “You sound breathy, Bella. You need to tone that down before you meet Dale or he’s going to think you’re panting for him.”
“What does he look like?” I repeat, stopping to lean against the exterior wall of a cell phone store.
“He’s taller than me,” he pauses. “Dark brown hair, blue eyes, no beard when I met him. He’s a good-looking guy. I’d give him a solid nine-and-a-half out of ten.”
I know his type, so picking Dale out in a crowded restaurant should be a breeze.
