Match Me if You Can(5)

By: Susan Elizabeth Phillips



“The matchmaker.” His fingers tapped away.

“I think of myself as a marriage facilitator.”

“Do you now?” He drilled her again with those money-hard eyes. “Molly told me your company was called something like Myrna the Matchmaker.”

Too late, she remembered that she’d overlooked that particular point in her conversations with Molly. “Marriages by Myrna was started by my grandmother in the seventies. She died three months ago. I’ve been modernizing since then, and I’ve also given the company a new name to reflect our philosophy of personalized service for the discriminating executive.” Forgive me, Nana, but it had to be done.

“Exactly how large is this company of yours?”

One phone, one computer, Nana’s dusty old file cabinet, and herself. “It’s a manageable size. I believe the key to flexibility is staying lean.” She hurried on. “Although this was my grandmother’s company, I’m well qualified to take over.” Her qualifications included a B.A. in theater from Northwestern that she’d never officially used, a short-lived stint at a dot-com that went bankrupt, partnership in a failed gift shop, and, more recently, a position at an employment agency that had fallen victim to the economy.

He leaned back in his chair. “I’m going to cut to the chase and save us both time. I’m already under contract with Portia Powers.”

Annabelle was prepared for this. Portia Powers, of Power Matches, ran the most exclusive matchmaking firm in Chicago. Powers had built her business around serving the city’s top executives, discriminating men too busy to find the trophy wives they desired and rich enough to pay her exorbitant fees. Powers was well connected, aggressive, and reputed to be ruthless, although that opinion came from her competitors and could be based on professional jealousy. Since Annabelle had never met her, she was withholding judgment.

“I know about your contract, but that doesn’t mean you can’t also use Perfect for You.”

He glanced toward the flashing buttons on his phone, a vertical slash of irritation bisecting his forehead. “Why would I bother?”

“Because I’ll work harder for you than you can imagine. And because I’ll introduce you to a group of women with brains and accomplishments, women who won’t bore you after the newness wears off.”

He lifted an eyebrow. “You know me that well, do you?”

“Mr. Champion”—Surely that wasn’t his real name?—“you’re obviously accustomed to being around beautiful women, and I’m certain you’ve had more opportunities than you can count to marry one of them. But you haven’t. That tells me that you want something more multifaceted than simply a beautiful wife.”

“And you don’t think I can find that through Portia Powers.”

She didn’t believe in trashing the competition, even though she knew fashion models and socialites were exactly the sort of women Powers would be introducing him to. “I only know what Perfect for You has to offer, and I think you’ll be impressed.”

“I barely have time to deal with Power Matches, let alone adding anybody else to the mix.” He uncoiled from his chair. He was tall, so it took a while.

She’d already noted the wide shoulders. Now she took in the rest of him. He had a lean-muscled athlete’s body. If you liked your men swimming in testosterone and your sex life dangerous, he’d be number one on your automatic dial. Not that Annabelle was thinking about her sex life. Or at least she hadn’t been until he stood up.

He stepped around the corner of his desk and extended his hand. “Good effort, Annabelle. Thanks for your time.”

He wasn’t going to give her a chance. He’d never intended to do more than go through the motions so he could pacify Molly. Annabelle thought of the energy she’d expended to get here, the twenty bucks it would cost to bail Sherman out of the parking garage, the effort she’d put into learning everything she could about the thirty-four-year-old overachieving country boy standing before her. She thought of her hopes for this meeting, her dreams of making Perfect for You unique and successful. Years of frustration boiled inside her, fueled by crappy judgment, bad luck, and missed opportunities.

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