The Billionaire Matchmaker Test (Billionaire Online Dating Service #5) - Elle James Page 0,16
against his hard chest. A shiver of desire rippled through her.
“Next?” Tag urged. “Earth to Leslie.”
Leslie gave her head a firm shake to snap out of the trance she was falling into. “Next.” She squinted at the screen. “Herman Lansing.”
“The Herman Lansing?” Tag asked.
She lifted a shoulder and let it drop. “That’s what the name says on the screen. Should I know him?”
“He’s only the wealthiest car dealership owner in all of Texas.”
“So?”
“So?” Tag threw his hand in the air. “A man like that has a ton of money. He’ll likely spend it on you.”
“I don’t care about his money. All I care about is his character. Is he nice? Does he care about people and animals?” She shot a glance toward Tag. “If he’s none of those things, I want nothing to do with him.”
“He’s into fitness,” Tag said. “He’s five-feet-ten and…” He leaned closer to stare at the photo of Herman. “And he’s bald.”
“Bald can be very attractive,” Leslie defended. She stared at the photograph of the smiling man with the shiny head. “Herman is very attractive. He seems confident and fit. I’m sure he’s a nice man.”
“Moving on,” Tag reached around Leslie and commandeered the mouse, clicking on the third candidate. “Milton Koch. Now, here’s an interesting man. He’s a thriller writer. Likes taking long walks in the woods. Loves to fish and loves nature.”
“Oh, my,” Leslie said. “He’s six-feet-five-inches tall.” She shook her head. “That makes him more than a foot taller than me.”
Tag chuckled. “Not only can you wear heels with him, you can wear platform heels.”
“Again,” Leslie said. “How tall or short a man is, does not matter. It’s what’s in his heart that counts.”
“At least, he doesn’t sound like a marathon runner. You won’t have a hard time keeping up with him if all he likes to do is walk in the woods,” Tag said.
He reached around her again, this time brushing her arm with his and sending a shock of awareness throughout her body.
“What about bachelor number four?” He clicked on the link and brought up the guy’s profile. “A Mr. Joe Fox.”
Leslie leaned closer, staring at the man’s photograph. “Oh my, that is an unfortunate picture of him.”
“Maybe he’s ashamed of his face,” Tag said. “Maybe he’s tragically pock-marked from a horrible case of acne as a teen. He doesn’t want you to know that until after you get to know him online.” He raised his hands. “I know. It doesn’t matter what he looks like, as long as he’s good to the last heartbeat.”
“Exactly.” She tried to focus on the photo, but it was just too blurry to make out the man’s face. “I bet he’s kind and considerate.”
“He’d have to be, with a face like his,” Tag said. “What does his profile say about him?”
Leslie read the data on the monitor. “He says he’s six-feet-two.”
“That’s tall,” Tag said.
“But not too tall,” Leslie said. “What else?”
“He likes horseback riding,” Tag said. “That’s got to make you happy.”
Leslie nodded. “I like riding horses.
“And horses don’t care what your face looks like,” Tag said.
“Tag,” Leslie said, her tone stern.
Tag grinned. “He likes walking in the rain and dancing cheek to cheek.”
“That sounds sweet,” Leslie said.
“Ha!” Tag said. “He likes dogs. He doesn’t say anything about liking cats.”
“That doesn’t mean he hates cats,” Leslie said.
“Trust me, most guys hate cats,” Tag said. “I bet he does, too.”
“That’s painting guys with a broad stroke.” Leslie shook her head. “I bet he likes cats. And he can’t be all bad. He likes to dance.” She smiled. “Not all guys like to dance.”
Tag crossed his arms over his chest. “Now, who’s painting guys with a broad stroke?”
Leslie frowned and leaned closer to the monitor. “It says here he wants to get to know me before we meet in person. He’s left his email address. That’s kind of nice. That way I can get to know him without committing to a one-on-one date.”
“Oh, yeah,” Tag nodded, “he’s definitely a serial killer.”
“Stop, already,” Leslie said. “He might be just as hesitant to meet someone new as I am. It’s hard to commit to a full-on date when you don’t know a person.”
Tag nodded. “Well, you can start at the top and work your way down the list.”
“At the same time, I can start at the bottom and initiate contact with Joe Fox. That way, while I’m getting to know the others on the list, I can get to know Joe.” She stared at the monitor. “Why does that