handed him his phone back. “You were a fucking hot mess.” She shouldn’t feel good about that. It was mean to feel good about it.
Ah, but she did. Not only because he definitely hadn’t been this graceless on their one and only date, but because she wanted him to have some flaws. The man was too perfect and shiny otherwise.
“I’m aware.” He leaned forward, bracing his elbows on his knees. “That’s why I’m here.”
“I don’t know how I can help you with your gracelessness.”
“Aunt Belle’s assistant, Tina, said something interesting. About how you and I have much better chemistry than this poor woman and I did.”
Rhiannon narrowed her eyes, even as her heart skipped a beat or two. “I don’t follow.”
Samson rose from his seat and walked around the desk. She scooted back, to give him more room, because he required so much room. He perched on the desk and smiled down at her. “I have an idea for a better campaign. You and me.”
“We date?” Her voice squeaked.
“Not exactly. The idea we came up with was airing this debacle”—he gestured to the phone—“online. I originally didn’t want to do that, because I feel bad for Rachel, but I’ve talked to her since. She’s an actress, and eager for publicity, and she said it was clear I was the fuckup, not her.” His faint smile made it clear he didn’t mind that description.
“She’s not wrong. You will look bad, if that gets released to the public.”
“I’ll look foolish.”
“Doesn’t that upset you?” It would upset a lot of men she knew, to give the world the impression that they were anything but smooth as butter.
“Looking foolish? It wouldn’t be the first time. And it’s a pretty benign form of foolishness. After I got over my horror and embarrassment, even I found it funny.”
People would eat it up with a spoon. There was something utterly charming about a handsome, attractive, otherwise together man fumbling when it came to women. “What’s my role in all this?”
“All my matches are placed on hold. Instead, you and I go out to cool places around the city and chat about dating. We can say that you’re teaching me, helping me get back into the game. No cameramen, no closed set, we shoot it on our phones.”
“We’re competitors.”
“Like you said, we’re colleagues. The public loves it when brands work together, according to our marketing team.”
Not totally false, if the crossover was properly done. Rhiannon mulled that over. “And what do I and Crush get out of this?”
“You’ll be viewed as an expert on love and dating.”
“Meanwhile, Matchmaker will be cast as a clueless, old-fashioned ingenue in this setup,” she pointed out.
“Matchmaker is old-fashioned. We lean in on that, people wanting love the old-fashioned way. And a lot of our base will identify with a guy who feels bewildered with the way digital dating has changed love. Your base will identify with a woman of the world. You and I know we have a good rapport. This works. For both of us. For Crush and Matchmaker.”
She examined the idea all around, looking for more holes to poke into it. But other than the fact that it was something of a strange concept to craft a joint marketing campaign with your competitor—colleague, whatever—she couldn’t find anything, on its face, to discredit it.
Except for the fact that she’d be with Samson. Again and again. Talking to him about love and dating and then walking away. Priming him to be the perfect date for some other woman.
But those were emotional reasons against doing this thing, and she wasn’t ruled by her emotions. “You came up with this?”
His smile was sly. “Did I tell you my degree is in marketing?”
“You know you didn’t. You haven’t talked to Annabelle yet. She may not like this.”
“She doesn’t usually concern herself with this level of detail. William is happy with the idea, and our marketing people are ecstatic over it. She’ll be fine.”
“I have to talk to my team.”
He nodded. “Why don’t you do that today?”
“Is this time sensitive?”
“Anything meant for the internet is time sensitive, I’ve been told.”
She mulled it over for a long moment. As if he knew she was wavering, he leaned closer and placed his hand on the back of her chair, boxing her in. Her breath caught as he brushed his other hand over hers, where it rested on the arm of her chair. “Come on. It’ll be fun and benefit both of us. We do have good chemistry, Rhi,”