The Billionaire Matchmaker Test (Billionaire Online Dating Service #5) - Elle James Page 0,15
have any idea of the value of their checking accounts or stock portfolios. And I check that they aren’t already married. That was a big deal. I don’t want my clients getting involved in extra-marital affairs because they trusted my system.”
“Good thinking.” He looked at her monitor. “So, who’ve you got, and what are you going to do with them?”
“I thought we’d go through yours first,” she said with a smile. “Since your list is shorter.” Her smile turned to a grimace. “I’m really procrastinating, but that’s to your benefit.”
“Okay, but we have to save time to go over your prospects, too,” he said.
“We will,” she promised. There was no getting out of it, now that she’d committed to testing the waters of the dating pool. “Who’s first up?”
“Twyla Stratton,” Tag said. “Computer programmer. She likes action-adventure movies, reading science fiction, can ballroom dance and ride horses. Twenty-eight years old, five-feet-six-inches tall, auburn hair and hazel eyes.”
“She’s pretty and intelligent. You have a common background in computing.” Everything Tag could want and more. Leslie’s heart constricted. “Sounds good. Worth a first date. What else have you got?”
“Chrissy Trent.” Tag squinted at the monitor. “Nurse. Likes old sports cars, runs marathons and triathlons. Loves children. Five-feet-three, blond hair, blue eyes and thirty-four years old.”
“She looks ripped,” Leslie said, wrapping her arm around her middle, feeling suddenly inadequate. Sure, she worked out, but not like that. Two miles was her limit when she went jogging. “You like to work out. I’m sure you’d find a lot in common. And she loves children.” Her heart slipped a little lower in her belly. “Next?”
“Anne Blanchard, technical writer. Loves the outdoors. Enjoys fishing, boating and being outside. Enjoys a good book and quiet nights. Five-feet-nine, brown hair, green eyes.”
“She’s tall,” Leslie pointed out. “And she loves fishing. You love fishing. And you love quiet nights at home, if I recall.” She leaned back. “All good. Who will you go out with first?”
“Might as well start at the top with Miss Stratton,” Tag said.
“Go ahead, contact her,” Leslie urged. “See if she wants to go out with you.”
“I didn’t think about that. They might not want to go out with me.” Tag brought up Twyla and drafted an email through BODS.
Hi, I’m Tag. BODS thinks we’re a match. Would you be interested in going out with me to see if BODS got it right?
“Is that all you have to say?” Leslie shook her head. “Seems so cold and uninviting.”
Tag shrugged. “She’s on BODS. She should know how it works.”
“Yeah, but you have to make her want to go out with you.”
“What?” Tag raised his eyebrows. “You wouldn’t go out with me after I sent an email like that?”
Again, she crossed her arms over her chest. “No. It was too impersonal. You didn’t say what you liked about her profile or what you found interesting about her.”
“Too late now. I’ll have to wait and see if she rejects me.” He nodded toward her monitor. “Let’s see who you have.”
Leslie frowned at the monitor. “Otis…Peebles?” She blinked several times. “Okay…Physicist. So, he’s smart. Reads science fiction and action adventure.” Leslie nodded. “Goes with the physicist thing.”
“He’s five-feet-seven.”
“Not a problem,” Leslie said. “I can still wear heels on a date.” She stared at his picture. “He looks nice enough.”
“Since your system generates a background check, you know he doesn’t have a criminal record. Neither did Jeffrey Dahmer, before he got caught…after killing all seventeen of those men.”
“Stop!” Leslie glared at him. “Not everyone is a serial killer.”
“True,” Tag said. “The problem is, they look like everyone else.”
“Seriously, you can’t go into this thinking killer.”
“And you can’t go out with just anyone. You might consider meeting your dates at a restaurant, rather than having them pick you up. That way, you don’t have to leave with them.”
Leslie stared at the nice-looking man on the screen, suddenly creeped out by the thought of him being a serial killer. “Good point. I’ll do that.”
“Are you going to go out with him?”
“I don’t see why not.” She shrugged. “I won’t know if he’s right for me until I meet him in person.”
“What? You don’t trust BODS to pick out your mate?” Tag chuckled.
“I do. I just think I’d like to meet him before I decide anything.” She clicked on the second man in the lineup.
Tag leaned over her shoulder. “Who’s next?”
Tag’s nearness caused all kinds of gooseflesh to rise on her arms. If she leaned back just a little, her back would rest