When über-nerd Jack asks Sara
to make him more attractive to women, she can’t say no–even though it’s an
impossible task. He’s shaggy and doughy and hopelessly inappropriate. He
has no style or emotional intelligence but he’s a good person. And a
great friend. What Sara never expects? Beneath all that fur and geekiness
is a steamy hunk just waiting to emerge.
Jack takes Sara’s regimen very
seriously, working out and losing weight until he feels like a new man. He even
complies with her command to shave his beard–because Jack didn’t ask Sara
to make him over so he would be attractive to other women. He only wants
to be attractive to her. They go on a series of fake dates, each
hotter and more sinful than the last. It’s not long before Sara discovers
Jack’s secret desire to be dominated and what began as an arrangement
becomes something amazing–something that could be real.
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AN EXCERPT
“So… Have you thought about it?” Jack could
have kicked himself. He hadn’t intended to burst into her office and blurt it
out like that. He’d meant to be suave and slick.
He should have known better.
He’d never been suave and slick.
No. He’d hovered in the vicinity of
Sara’s office—after sending Kenny on a meaningless errand—and barged through
the door and pounced upon her as soon as Kat left.
“Sit, Jack.”
He plopped into the chair and,
because he didn’t know what to do with his hands, laced his fingers.
Sara studied him, dissecting him in
that way she had, with her head tipped to the side, wrinkling her button nose.
She was so cute when she wrinkled her nose. He forced himself not to wriggle.
His cock didn’t listen. Something about her eyes, her lips, her scent, always
stirred him.
He shouldn’t have this kind of
reaction to her. In the office. Everywhere. But he couldn’t help it. He just
did. Always.
When she looked at him like that,
when she spoke to him in that clear, commanding voice, it was even worse.
Or better, depending on one’s
perspective.
She cleared her throat. “Okay. I’ve
thought about it.”
His pulse jerked. “And…?”
She dropped her attention to her
blotter and meticulously rearranged several deformed paper clips. His heart
pounded a painful tattoo as he waited for her response. “And…” She met his
eyes—God, she was gorgeous. “If I do this, we need to have an understanding.”
Relief, or something like it,
trickled through him. An understanding was awfully close to an agreement. A
promise. “Okay.”
Sara sucked in a breath. “First of
all, we need to agree this is an impossible task.”
“Not impossible,” he grumbled.
Surely not impossible.
“Okay. Improbable then. My chances
of success are…dismal.”
Dismal? Jack’s belly dropped. He
fiddled with the wiry hairs on the back of his neck. He didn’t like the way
this was going. It was depressing that she thought so poorly of him. “Am I that
hideous?”
Her eyes widened. A flush rose on
her cheeks. “Oh my God, Jack. No. I didn’t mean it that way.”
“It sounded that way.”
“Jack…” She rubbed her hands over
her face. “Okay. How about this? We have a long way to go. Can we agree on
that?”
“Sure.” He knew he was pouting. But
he had a damn good excuse. She’d pretty much come out and said making him
attractive to women—to her in particular—was a hopeless cause.
“My worry is this. I can teach you
all the right things to say and coach you on how to act around women, prescribe
a diet and exercise plan and even give you a makeover. But if you don’t listen
to me—if you don’t follow the plan—I fail.”
“I’ll listen. I’ll follow the plan.”
Hell. He’d follow her anywhere she wanted to lead. If she only knew…
Something fierce stirred in her
eyes. “It’s not going to be easy, Jack. I’m gonna work you.” Why he shivered at
the tone in her voice, he had no clue. Or maybe he did. “I want you to agree to
honor our contract—even if you drop the ball.”
“Of course.” He always kept his
promises.
“You swear?”
He put a hand over his heart. “I
swear.”
She sat back. The fire in her eyes
flickered and sputtered out. “Okay. So next week I’m going back East to spend
some time with my mother—”
“How long will you be gone?” Damn.
He hated it when she was gone.
Pain flashed across her features;
her voice dropped. “She’s…not doing well.”
His heart squeezed and he wanted to
say something comforting but couldn’t find any words. Sara’s mother had been in
and out of the hospital for a year. They were very close. Each time her mother
had a relapse, Sara suffered.
Jack had never had a mother so he
couldn’t relate but he imagined having one and losing her would be even harder
than never having one at all.
“In the meantime, I’ll put together
a plan for you.”
“A…plan?” His mind spun. How on
earth was this going to work if she wasn’t even here?
“Yes. And you have to follow it.”
“I will.”
She put her hands flat on the desk
and skewered him with a glower. “Religiously, Jack.”
“Okay.” He tried to not wriggle in
his seat. He loved it when she got all…adamant. “So you’ll do it?”
“Yes,” she sighed. “I’ll do it.”
Relief cascaded through him. Relief
and hope. It was a tiny sprig of hope, but hope was hope. “So when do we
begin?”
She gazed at him. Some strange
emotion he couldn’t interpret flashed over her features. “Now.”
Oh. God. Excitement and satisfaction
and panic surged through him. “Now?”
“Yes. I need to do an assessment.
You know. To figure out exactly where we are.”
He swallowed. “An assessment?”
“Of your game.”
“Okay.” He liked games. He scooted
to the edge of his seat.
“Let’s pretend I’m a woman—”
“You are a woman.”
She wrinkled her nose. “Be serious,
Jack.”
“I am being serious.” He was.
“Let’s pretend I’m a woman you see
at a bar. And you’re interested.”
Oh. He was.
“What’s the first thing you do?”
Okay. He could wrap his brain around
this. He shifted to the side and pulled out his wallet. Found his trusty cheat
sheet and unfolded it and spread it flat on the desk.
“What the hell is that?” She gaped
at the rumpled, well-worn paper.
“It’s my flowchart.” Duh.
Sara blinked. “You have a flowchart
for picking up women.” Not a question.
“Naturally.” Didn’t everyone?
“Let me see that.” Before he could
stop her she snatched the paper away. Scanned it. “Oh God.”
He knew what she was seeing. He’d
studied this flowchart a hundred times. Still, when she read it aloud, he
winced.
“Picking Up Chicks.” She grimaced.
“Seriously, Jack? That’s what you named it?”
“Yes.” What else would he name it?
“‘Step One. Assess the situation’.
Okay. That works. ‘Does she seem cranky?’ Cranky? Seriously, Jack? Cranky?”
He shrugged. “It’s a critical
variable.” It was. It was exceedingly difficult to pick up a cranky woman.
“Statistically speaking—”
But Sara ignored him. “‘If Yes:
Charm her from her bad mood. If No: Proceed with caution.’” Sara sighed and
glanced up at him. “Proceed with caution? We’re not wild animals, Jack.”
“You kind of are.” This he muttered.
She didn’t hear. Or maybe she did. Maybe she was ignoring him again. She did
that.
With a derisive snort, she crumpled
up his precious template for seduction and tossed it in the trash.
With a strangled “eep” he dove in
after it, dug it out, refolded it and tucked it back into his wallet. It had
never worked but it was all he had. He needed it.
She glared at him. And then for some
reason she softened. “Women are not an empirical science, Jack.” She gestured
to his wallet. “We’re not all alike. There is no ‘one size fits all’ approach
to winning someone’s heart.”
Yeah. He got that. “But you need to
have a standard operating procedure—”
“No, ya don’t.” She blew out a
breath. He loved the way it made her bangs flutter up. “Don’t you see? This
kind of thing comes off as cheesy. Planned. Practiced.”
“And that’s…bad?” How could planning
and practice be bad?
“Women don’t want to feel like
they’re an insect being dissected or analyzed. They don’t want to be one option
in a sea of possibilities. They want to be special. They want a guy who
responds to them on an instinctual level. A guy who is so interested, he can’t
help but be charming. Not a guy who has to be reminded to be seductive—by an
SOP.”
He shook his head. This was all
so…alien. “I don’t get it.”
She buried her face in her hands.
“No. You don’t. That’s the point. Oh Jack, I’m going to need a couple days to
think about this.”
His pulse stuttered. “But you
already promised…”
“No. I’ll do it. I did promise to do
it. I just need to think about how to do it.”
He relaxed. Okay. Okay. Okay. It
would be okay. “Thank you, Sara.”
“Yeah.” Her cell phone buzzed and
she picked it up to check the screen. Her lips tightened and she set it back
down. “No prob.”
Damn. Why did she seem so
dispirited? He’d seen the tears on her cheeks when he interrupted her meeting
with Kat. He’d hated her tears. Hated even more that he didn’t have any right
to wipe them away.
“Sara.” He waited until she met his
gaze. “Thank you.”
This meant everything to him. More
than she could ever know.
“Sure, Jack. Give me a couple days
to think about this.”
“Sure.”
She stared at him for a minute and
then said in a very small voice, “You can go now.”
Right. He could go. But he didn’t
want to. He didn’t want to go. He wanted to fold her in his arms and hold her
and make whatever was making her sad disappear.
He didn’t have that right either.
And he never would.
But for the next few months, he’d
have her attention.
And that would be worth a thousand
trips to Paris.
Wired Series by Sabrina York
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When brothers Tristan and Adam started a tech company with their college friend Jack, they made one firm, unbreakable rule: thou shalt not fish in the company pond.
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