Sweet Trouble. Сьюзен Мэллери

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      She remembered a segment she’d seen on the news a couple of weeks before. “I’m training to be a lifestyle coach. I need to practice on someone. You need help. And I won’t charge you for my time.” Mostly because she was totally making this up as she went. “I’ll teach you everything you need to know. You’ll get the girl.”

      He stopped and looked at her. Even through the glasses she could see his eyes were large and dark. Bedroom eyes. Girls would go crazy for them, if they could see them.

      “You’re lying,” he said flatly. “You’re not a lifestyle coach.”

      “I said I was in training. I can still help. I know guys. I know what works. Look, you have no reason to believe me. But you also have nothing to lose.”

      “What’s in it for you?”

      She thought about the ongoing fights with her sister, the job she hated and the lack of direction in her life. She thought about how she spent every single day feeling like the biggest failure on the planet.

      “I get to do something right,” she told him, speaking the truth.

      He studied her for a long time. “Why should I trust you?”

      “Because I’m the only one offering. What’s the worst that could happen?”

      “You could drug me and ship me off to some country where my dead body will wash up on the beach.”

      She laughed. “At least you have an imagination. That’s a good thing. Say yes, Matt. Take a chance on me.”

      She wondered if he would. No one ever believed in her. Then he shrugged.

      “What the hell.”

      She grinned. “Great. Okay, first thing—” Her cell phone rang. “Sorry,” she murmured as she pulled it out of her purse. “Hello?”

      “Hey, gorgeous. How are you?”

      She wrinkled her nose. “Zeke, this isn’t a good time.”

      “That’s not what you were saying last week. We had a great time. Sex with you is—”

      “Gotta go,” she said and hung up, not wanting to hear what sex with her was like. She returned her attention to Matt. “Sorry about that. Where was I? Oh, yeah. The next step.”

      She pulled her Starbucks receipt out of her back pocket, then took one of the pens sticking out of his pocket protector. After tearing the receipt in half, she wrote down her cell number on one piece and handed it to him.

      He took it. “You’re giving me your number?”

      “Yes. Changing you will be more challenging if we don’t get together. Now give me your number.”

      He did.

      She handed him back his pen. “Okay. I need a couple of days to get a plan together, then I’ll be in touch.” She smiled. “This is going to be great. Trust me.”

      “Do I have a choice?”

      “Yes, but pretend you don’t.”

      JESSE DROPPED HER heavy backpack on a chair at a table and set down her latte. She and Matt had agreed to meet at yet another Starbucks to discuss her plan.

      She pulled out her list and dug through the material she’d brought for a pen, then shifted impatiently as she waited for him to arrive.

      She was early. She was never early. Even more unusual, she was actually enthused about her makeover project. She couldn’t remember the last time she’d been excited about anything. Not that Matt had sounded that thrilled when she’d called to set up their meeting. Still, he’d agreed.

      Five minutes later he walked into the Starbucks. He was dressed just as badly as he had been the first time she’d seen him. What was with the too-short jeans? And the pocket protector? They had to go first.

      He waved at her and walked up to the counter to order. Her cell phone rang.

      She grabbed it. “Hello?”

      “Babe. Andrew. Tonight?”

      “Andrew, has it ever occurred to you that things would go more smoothly in your day if you used verbs?” She looked up and smiled as Matt approached. “I’ll just be a sec,” she whispered.

      “I don’t need verbs, babe. I got the goods. So we on or what? There’s a party. We go there, come back here. Everybody wins.”

      Wow—almost an entire conversation. “Tempting, but no,” she said. For once she wasn’t in the mood for Andrew and “the goods,” as he referred to his penis. Which she supposed was slightly better than naming it Andrew Junior.

      “Your loss.”

      “I’m sure I’ll regret it for weeks. Bye.” She hung up. “Sorry. I’m officially turning off my phone. We won’t be interrupted again.”

      Matt sat across from her. “Not your boyfriend?”

      “Are you asking or telling?”

      “The guy from before was Zeke. This one is Andrew.”

      “You’re observant. An excellent quality. And no, neither one is my boyfriend. I don’t get serious like that.” What was the point? She’d never really found someone she wanted to keep seeing more than a few times.

      “Interesting. Why is that?”

      She stared into his dark eyes. “Don’t for a second think you can make me forget why we’re here by asking me about myself.”

      He shrugged. “It was worth a try.”

      “Uh-huh. Moving on. We have a lot of stuff to get through today.” She paused for effect. “I’ve come up with a plan.”

      Matt sipped his drink and blinked at her.

      She refused to let his lack of support slow her down. “First, I have a few questions. What do you do for a living? Something with computers?”

      He nodded. “Programming. I work on games a lot. At Microsoft.”

      “I figured. Do you have any hobbies?”

      He thought for a second. “Computers and games.”

      “Nothing else?”

      “Movies, maybe.”

      Which meant no, but he’d had to come up with something quick. “Have you seen How to Lose a Guy in Ten Days? It opened last week.”

      He shook his head.

      “Go see it,” she told him, then tapped the table in front of him. “You should be taking notes. You’re going to have homework.”

      “What?”

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