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The Billionaire and the Rock Star Excerpt
Book 3 in the Billionaire Matchmaker series
Chapter One
Georgia Weber shuffled into the restaurant with a pair of giant sunglasses pulled down over her face, her green eyes darting back and forth across the room for the glint of a hidden camera. She sighed in relief when it seemed that no one was any the wiser of her presence.
Her publicist would kill her if she knew she’d snuck out for this date without her bodyguard. But having an over-muscled he-man canvassing her every move as she attempted to flirt was the last thing Georgia needed at that moment. Dating was hard enough for a rock star.
“Welcome to Lorenzo’s Italian. Meeting anyone, my dear?” the slim older woman behind the receptionist podium asked, barely giving her a glance.
“Yes, I’m supposed to request the booth at the back,” Georgia said, chewing on her bottom lip. “It’s under the names Metal Man and Sweet Daisy Jane.”
She cringed inwardly. When they’d decided to use their dating profile names for the reservation, she hadn’t thought of how silly it would sound when she actually got there. But the woman didn’t even blink.
“Oh, yes, I see it,” she answered, pointing to the paper in front of her. “Your date isn’t here yet, but we can get you settled.”
Georgia let out a shaky breath. At least she had a little while longer to prepare herself. She didn’t want her nervous chatter to drive away the man of her dreams.
Of course, she could be getting ahead of herself. She’d never actually met the guy face-to-face. They’d been matched in the dating app Spark weeks ago. Unlike the shallow conversations she’d found with her other matches, the ones with Metal Man had quickly taken a deeper and more meaningful turn. He seemed real, making Georgia ache to meet her match in person. She had the feeling he was more gorgeous than words.
On the other hand, he could also be a wrinkled old man with a weird thing for twenty-three year old women. Wouldn’t the tabloids love that?
Moving her hands over her thick and curly jet black hair so that it hid part of her face, she followed the receptionist through the dining room. The heavenly aroma of freshly cooked garlic bread and tomato sauce hit her nose.
She’d purposely picked a late afternoon lunch to attract less attention. As she had suspected, only a few tables were filled with some of San Jose’s locals. None of them paid her any attention. The receptionist waved her hand at a back booth and set down two menus.
“I’ll bring your date when he arrives,” she said with a toothy smile.
Georgia thanked her and immediately hid her face behind a menu.
The phone in her black leather coat pocket dinged with a message. She pulled it out and saw it was from the Spark app. Her heart jumped in anticipation as she read Metal Man’s newest message to her. He was here. After three weeks of chatting online, he was only a few feet away. She couldn’t keep her hands from shaking.
What would he think about her when he learned the truth about her profession? As far as he knew, she was just a simple Minnesotan girl displaced to the west coast who liked her guitar. Not an up-and-coming rock star who the tabloids loved to splash across their pages with headlines pondering her latest male conquests.
Metal Man had grown up in the same area outside the Twin Cities. They’d enjoyed the same restaurants, had haunted the same teenage hangouts. It was the first thing that drew them together.
“Ahem, my dear. Your date.”
Georgia peered above the menu to see the older woman standing over her with an amused expression. He was here. She slammed the menu down, simultaneously knocking over the two glasses of water that had been set on the table. Ice cubes and straws flew every direction. Pink colored Georgia’s cheeks as she gasped and went for the napkins, mopping up the mess.
This had been a mistake. She should never have been let out of her hotel room. She couldn’t even behave like a normal human being for one hour.
“Let me help you,” said a deep voice, gently pulling a napkin from her fingers and joining in the clean-up effort.
