The Billionaire Matchmaker Test (Billionaire Online Dating Service #5) - Elle James Page 0,1
sure you take a little of the snake oil you’ve been dealing the rest of us,” Coop said.
“I’m working on it. I promise.”
“Working on it?” Sean frowned. “Have you entered your data into BODS?”
Tag winced. “Not exactly.”
Moose smacked his empty beer mug on the table. “Then you’re not working on it.”
“I’m going to,” Tag said. “I’m just waiting for the right time.”
“You didn’t give us that option,” Gage said. “You had a friend who needed guinea pigs to beta test her software.”
“Are you disappointed with the results?” Tag asked.
“Far from it,” Coop said and turned to Gage. “He’s doing it again.”
“We’ll give you one week,” Sean said.
“One week?” Tag frowned. “One week, and then what?”
Moose poured another beer as he spoke, “If you haven’t entered your data into the system, we’ll enter it for you.”
“You’re kidding right?” Tag looked around at his so-called friends. “There’s no telling what the system will come up with according to your input. I need to be the one to do that.”
Coop crossed his arms over his chest. “You’ve got one week to get ’er done.”
Tag glanced down at his watch. “Can’t you give me a little more time?”
“Nope,” Moose said.
“Coop’s wedding is this weekend,” Tag said. “We’re going to be tied up with that.”
“It takes less than an hour to format your data and snap a photo,” Coop said.
“But I had a plan,” Tag argued.
“Plan—you’re kidding, right?” Sean shook his head. “Love happens. You can’t plan it.”
Oh, but he was already in love, and the plan had to do with getting the lady to fall in love with him. In this case, that took careful planning. He couldn’t tell his friends. They wouldn’t understand. “Okay, then. I’ll get my data entered and start looking.”
“What do you mean, start looking?” Moose said. “Hell, it only took one date for the rest of us.”
“Yeah,” Coop said. “Trust BODS.”
Gage nodded. “It works.”
Tag couldn’t jump right into making his woman fall in love with him. He had to ease her into it. Hell, he’d have to date some poor girls to appease his buddies while he worked on his plan. Which meant playing the BODS system.
His phone vibrated in his pocket. He pulled it out and smiled. The beginning of his strategy was just starting into motion. He glanced up at his friends. “I’ll enter my data this week. In the meantime, I have to go.”
“What?” Sean glared at him. “This is an official meeting of the Billionaires Anonymous Club. Nobody walks out on the rest of us. Especially while there’s still beer in the pitcher.”
“Sorry, but I have to help a friend with some software issues.” He pushed back from his chair. “Besides, you guys’ll finish off that beer in no time.”
Coop stood and extended his hand. “You’ll be at the wedding?”
Tag took his hand and pulled him into a hug. “I’ll be there.”
“Will you be bringing your plus one from your BODS selection?” Moose asked. He stood as well and hugged his friend.
“I promised to bring Leslie.” Tag grinned. “She feels responsible for the match and wanted to see the happy occasion brought about by BODS.”
“She needs to sign up in her own system,” Moose said. “She’s a great gal.”
“She is,” Tag said. “And yes, she does need to sign up in BODS.” That was his plan. To get Leslie thinking about dating again. Then he’d find a way to show her he was the right man for her, even if he had to hack into BODS to do it.
* * *
“I can’t believe the site is down.” Leslie Lamb paced back and forth across the office. “I’ve tried everything I could think of to get it back up. I’ve rebooted the server, rebooted the modem, reinstalled the software and nothing.”
Ava Swan patted Leslie’s arm. “Don’t worry. I called Tag. He should be here in thirty minutes.”
Leslie’s eyes widened. “You called Tag?” She shook her head. “He can’t keep bailing us out whenever I can’t figure out the system. That’s my job. I’m the software engineer.”
“And he’s better at the networking aspect of BODS. He helped set it up.”
“I know. I know.” Leslie waved an arm out to the side, her pulse pounding, a full-on panic attack building inside. “He has his own business, a billion-dollar corporation, that requires his attention.”
Ava cocked an eyebrow. “He spends an awful lot of time here, helping you, for a man who has a billion-dollar corporation.”
Leslie smiled. “Ever since Randy died, he’s been there for me. I don’t know how