She turned to look at him and smiled. “I like sex just fine.”
“If we take you as a client, you’ll be asked to abstain on your dates for the time being.”
“That shouldn’t be a problem.” She turned and crossed her arms beneath her breasts, pushing them up in the little sheer camisole she was wearing. That was a classic move, much like the way she’d seductively crossed her legs. He kept his gaze on hers, ignoring the baser need to check her rack. “I don’t need a man’s touch to find release.”
She’d said the comment with barely a blush. What he wouldn’t do to see exactly what it would take to make her turn the color of a ripe tomato.
“What about bondage? Anything we should know? There’s no sense on pairing you with a vanilla lover if you’re more the experimental type. We like to nail our matches right out of the gate. We make them last that way.”
Her mouth parted before she quickly snapped it shut and licked her lips. The idea intrigued her. He could read it in her eyes.
“I’d like to think I’m pretty adventurous in bed. I’ll try anything once.”
Damn her. He’d expected her to gawk and get flustered. Yet she held his gaze, challenging him to produce someone who would fit the bill.
“Tall, dark hair, successful. Secure enough within himself to date an attractive, successful woman. Good in bed, passionate, romantic, muscular body, and smart. He’d have to be able to keep up with you. Does that about describe the type of guy you’re looking for?”
“You left out adventurous and open-minded. He’d have to be able to put up with my career choice.”
He moistened his lips as he took in the desire shining in her eyes. That was exactly what she wanted. No wonder no man had given her what she needed. They’d never taken the time to read her eyes. They told him everything without her even opening her red, kissable lips.
“And if I find you a guy who fits every one of those aspects, you’ll agree to the three-date clause in your contract?”
“Are you saying you can find me someone?”
“I’m saying I’ll try my best, but only after I really get to know you can I know what type of guy is going to make you tick.”
“I thought we just went over that.”
“We did. But I need the big picture of how you are around men that are interested in you. Your body language, the attitude you give off, everything, if I’m going to findMr. Rightand not justMr. Right now.” He sat back down in hischair, pulled out her file, and flipped it open. “We need a week of your time. Can you take time off?”
“A full week?”
“Yes.” He signed his name on the contract, turned it to face her, and held out his pen. “An entire week should give us more of an idea of who you are and what type of man would make you happy.”
Hesitation flickered in her eyes.
“Those are my terms.”
She slipped the pen out of his hand and nibbled her bottom lip between her teeth as she signed. Tossing the pen onto his desk, she picked up her purse and headed for the door. “You’ve got one full week to get me figured out.”
“I’ll send the limo to pick you up at seven. Pack a bag with a few casual outfits and a nice dress or two.”
“Wait.” She spun around. “You didn’t say anything about leaving town.”
“There’s no need to worry, Ms. Thatcher. You’ll be accompanying me, so you’ll be completely safe and never in a compromising situation.”
“I’m spending the week with you? That doesn’t seem very professional. Are you sure you aren’t using your dating company for your own hook-ups?” She teased.
“Do I look like a man that needs to use my company to find women? You’re askingme to perform the impossible. I have to go out of town, and I’d like to get started with you right away. I have a feeling I’ve got my work cut out for me. A week with me is small in comparison to the potential prize. Don’t you agree?”
Chapter Two
Grace dialedher best friend and slipped the Bluetooth in her ear as she crossed the street.
“How did it go?” Chloe’s voice vibrated in excitement.
“You’re going to owe me big time.”
