Crushing on the Billionaire: An Office Romance (The Billionaire's Reluctant Bride Book 2) by Jennifer Griffith

Crushing on the Billionaire: An Office Romance (The Billionaire's Reluctant Bride Book 2) by Jennifer Griffith

Author:Jennifer Griffith [Griffith, Jennifer]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2019-03-11T16:00:00+00:00


Chapter Seventeen

TATUM

Tatum stared at the text from Dawson again. It had come in a few days ago, like a poisonous wind, seeping under the door of her soul, shriveling her up.

Just when she’d opened up to him, he’d pulled back—way back—telling her to get on the job and send him a real option for a wife.

It shouldn’t have felt like a death sentence, but it had. Which, of course, was all her own fault for diving headfirst, straight into that shallow pool—when she knew it would just paralyze her forever. An emotional paraplegic.

The past eight days she’d sent date after date to Dawson. Five, seven, nine women. None of them quite matched his wishes.

I need someone who likes music and can play guitar, he’d said after a dull date with a CEO of a vacuum cleaner startup. So Tatum sent him that pert young pop singer whose work had been climbing the charts. And she bit her tongue to keep herself from saying, Dude, I play the guitar.

When that didn’t quite gel, due to the pop singer’s age and obsession with chord changes, Dawson gave Tatum his next requirement during their post-mortem at Thrillsville’s riverboat ride. I need someone who can understand the importance of Rafferty Insights’ work in the medical field.

With that directive, Tatum had given him a pediatric nurse from a wealthy family up the coast, assuming that a medical professional would get it.

Apparently, the nurse didn’t get it. That, or she was a workaholic, because during Tatum and Dawson’s retrospective meet-up at the farmers’ market for taste-testing mangoes, Dawson’s latest tweak to the system had hit her like a brick to the gut. I think I need someone who appreciates the importance of hobbies and time off from work, who won’t think I’m wasteful if I buy an old map.

Tatum sent him an antiques appraiser whose business had taken off in a huge way after her appearance on a TV show.

Apparently, that was a bust as well, because his next directive was, I think I need someone a little less self-focused. So Tatum sent him a social worker with lofty ideals and a trust fund. Though her work in African immunizations made Bill and Melinda Gates’s efforts look like sorry shadows, she lived half the year in Africa.

I need someone who wants to be here in Huntington Beach, at least most of the time.

No one Tatum sent seemed to please him. Every girl had some huge, glaring void in her character. Tatum filled every void.

“I need someone refined,” he’d said after misfire number ten. So she’d swallowed her pride and ventured to call Kitty Kipling again for a do-over.

Tonight she was meeting Dawson at the most unrefined location: Village Inn for pie at nine p.m., after Dawson’s long-awaited date with Kitty Kipling.

Dinner at Red Drape Gallery was so much more refined, just like Kitty herself. No way would Dawson not fall for her. It was only a matter of a few hours until Tatum had completed her task, collected her paycheck and won the game.



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