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date.”
    His smile broadened, and I was instantly blinded by the bleach job he must’ve paid his dentist thousands of dollars for. It was harder than it should’ve been to keep from squinting.
    “This is definitely just an interview. Please follow me, Mr. Harburger.”
    As I turned, I shot a death glare at Nicole, who sat there with an innocent look on her face. No doubt the little twatbag had scheduled this one on purpose. Screening coordinator, my ass. If you couldn’t tell, we had a hate-hate relationship going on. She routinely sabotaged me with clients that weren’t a good fit for HLS, and there was not one thing I could do about it. Not to mention there was the God-awful hyena laugh. It was enough to drive you batty.  
    I could feel my backside burning from the holes the eyes of the greasy Hamburger—as I now thought of him—were boring into it. He was exactly the kind of guy that kept me from wanting to date or ever put anything on besides sweatpants. But, shocking as it was, there would probably be a perfect match out there for him—and I would have to find her. God help us all.
    “Have a seat. You’re early, so we’ll go over your application together, if that’s all right with you.” I motioned to the chair in front of my desk and took my seat behind it before maximizing his online profile once again.  
    “I’d love to tackle this thing together.”
    I suppressed a groan and kept my eyes on my screen, frowning when I reached the section describing his background.  
    “It says here you’re twice divorced, no children. We have a strict policy regarding divorced clients—no more than one previous marriage. I also see that you’re a friend of Val, which explains why she overrode that policy.” And explained a lot about the kind of people Val associated with, didn’t it?
    “Yes, well, I made a generous donation to her last business venture, so you could say I’m calling in a favor from a friend.”
    “Of course. So, Mr. Ham—Harburger, could you tell me what it is you’re looking for in a potential partner?”
    He studied my face for a moment before answering.
    “Well, I don’t mind a feisty redhead with grey eyes,” he said, his eyes scanning down. “Thin. Mid to late twenties, preferably.”
    And wearing black trousers with a white collared shirt like mine too, no doubt.  
    “That’s a bit specific.”
    “I’m sure you can find someone who fits the bill. I hear you’re the best.”
    Ignoring his advance, I continued with my questions. “According to your application, you’re seeking a female with a steady job…no kids…common interests would include traveling, wine tastings, sailing, and…sex.”
    “Saved the most important for last.” He winked at me.  
    I glanced again at his age. Fifty-four. He should probably add shopping and sugar daddies to that list. I decided to play a hunch.
    “Mr. Harburger, when was your last relationship?”
    “Well, I’ve never been a big relationship kinda guy—”
    “Then can I ask why you’re wasting my time?”
    The smile left his face. “Pardon me?”
    I leaned forward and clasped my hands together. “From what I’ve gathered about you in just the short amount of time we’ve had together, it seems as though you’re looking for something a bit more casual than what our company offers. I understand you have a personal tie to our CEO, but I’m afraid I can’t help you.”
    I got the feeling it took a lot to shock the man, and I’d succeeded—he looked flabbergasted. I was normally a bit more patient, but my head was throbbing, my schedule was full, and I wasn’t in the mood today for time wasters.  
    Peeling off a large sticky note, I scribbled the names of a couple of escort services that catered to his crowd and handed it to him as I stood.  
    “These will be more helpful to you in your search. Make sure to let them know I sent you.”
    He briefly looked at it and shook his head, anger boiling beneath the surface if the