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banged on the tablet. “Criteria number one. Not. From. Brooklyn.”
    He smiled at her as if he was betting on a race he’d already won. “And blond.”
    She arched an eyebrow. “Blond?”
    “Definitely blond. An even-tempered, sweet blonde. Maybe a little shy.”
    Hands stalled above the digital keyboard, she looked over at his six-feet of provocative in total disbelief. “Shy?”
    “Oh, yeah. I love to watch a sweet, shy woman tremble when I touch her, see her blush as my hands caress her skin.” Reaching out, he skimmed the curve of her hips with his fingertips, burning a red-hot trail she feared would leave a mark. Rational thought needed to kick in—right now. “Is this the kind of touch you think a sweet, shy woman might like?”
    She shifted her hip away from his touch. “Not bad.”
    “Maybe I need to be more specific.” He moved closer and she stumbled back a step.
    “You’ve got specifics?”
    “Oh, I’ve got specifics.” His teasing expression morphed into a don’t-dare-doubt-me look that wreaked havoc with her diminishing equilibrium. “A pretty blonde with a sweet Southern accent and a knack for making a man feel wanted in a dozen different ways.” He took a step forward and her backside bumped up against the Maytag. “Laid-back and easy, but with depth.” He inched closer, crowding her with his length until she dragged her body on top of the oversized machine. Even with her sitting atop the washer, he still topped her by several inches.
    She shoved the tablet into the slim space between them. “Got it. Sweet, easy, and deep.”
    Sweeping the tablet to one side, he set his hands on top of the washing machine and leaned in close. “And she needs to be a good kisser.”
    “A good kisser.”
    “And enjoy really great sex.”
    She nodded, avoiding his eyes. “Really great sex.”
    “Like on top of a washing machine…in the middle of the day…smoking hot sex.” He stepped between her legs and her thoughts drifted to a rainy, island morning and those hips working their magic. Her fingers gripped the edges of the tablet as she hugged it against her chest like a shield, some kind of chemistry-proof vest.
    “Got it. A sweet, shy blonde who wants to rock out some smoking hot sex on a Maytag.” Not exactly a tough-talking brunette from a back street in the Heights, but if sweet and shy turned him on…
    “Oh, and glasses. She’s got to wear glasses.”
    “Since when have you liked glasses?” Her brows knit together in confusion. All of a sudden, he’d developed some kind of naughty librarian fantasy?
    “Kinda goes with the sweet and easy.”
    Jane white-knuckled the tablet, fighting for some semblance of professional distance, but his voice was an invitation to sin and considering the last year without sex—sans her six days in heaven—she wondered how long she could hold out.
    No way would she make the same mistake twice. She wanted to win this bet and save her ass. And her company. And her best friend’s job. And it wasn’t just their reputations on the line. This was NY. The competition was fierce. If she wanted Smart Cupid to continue to grow and thrive, she couldn’t afford to lose this wager. She couldn’t afford another lapse in judgment.
    Come on, Jane, get it together.
    “Next question.” She tapped to a different screen on the tablet. “How would you describe yourself: searching for a good party, career-focused, a Wingman, or just your average guy?”
    “Just your average guy.”
    As he spoke, he traced the line of her jaw with his fingers. She lifted her gaze and watched the way his eyes darkened from a smoky gray to a warm, dark coal. Average, my ass.
    “Are you going to do that after every question?” she asked. “Because as far as flirting goes, yours is a little over-the-top and I’m trying to obtain some serious, scientific answers here.”
    “Just wondering what kind of touch my dates will enjoy. Think this is good?” His thumb grazed across her cheek.