Statistically Improbable (Dating by Design Book 2)(88)By: Jennifer Peel
I straightened in my seat. “I’m concerned about his attitude and how he will come across to any of the women he may date using our service. It might bring in more bad publicity than good.”
“Any women we choose for him will have to sign a non-disclosure agreement before they can go out with him. Nick’s lawyers made that a stipulation in the agreement.”
“Unfortunately, I can see why.”
Kenadie now had a slight look of panic on her face. “What are you saying?”
“I’m saying I’ve never met a man more full of himself.” Both Kenadie and I looked at Zander.
Zander looked up. “Why are you looking at me?”
Kenadie and I both turned away from him and faced each other.
“As I was saying, he cares about no one but himself. At least Zander usually places Meg’s feelings above his own.”
Zander’s head popped up. “Why do I keep being brought into this? I told you both he was a player. And I’m happily married now, thank you.”
“He’s more than a player. He doesn’t seem to have any emotional attachment to anyone—maybe he’s incapable of it. I don’t know. I would have to spend more time evaluating him to know for sure.”
Kenadie sighed and bit her lip. “Kate, this is a done deal. We’ve signed. I’ve hired several more relationship managers to handle what I’m sure will be a huge increase in business when people find out that Nicholas Wells is using our service. Can you fix him?”
“People aren’t like cars; you don’t take them to a repair shop and ‘fix’ them. It takes a willingness on the patient’s part and a desire to change.”
Kenadie looked at Zander for support. They were best friends, after all.
Zander shrugged his shoulders. “Kenz, this is your call.”
“Kate.” She faced me, desperate. “I need you to work your magic on him.”
“I’m a psychologist, not a magician.”
“Please. I’ll tell his people that you need to spend some more time with him.”
“Don’t you think that will sound a little strange?”
She slumped in her chair. Despair was etched in her features while she thought.
“What if Kate became his relationship manager?” Zander suggested.
Kenadie’s eyes lit up. “Yes, yes. We can say we are giving him specialized attention since you evaluate every one of our clients.”
“Oh no, no, no. I don’t do narcissists outside my office.” I had gone that route before. All I’m saying is annulment is an ugly word.
“Is he really a narcissist?” Zander eyed me. “You used to say that about me.”
“I said you had tendencies and I stand by that. Nick is . . . well . . .”
“Please.” Kenadie’s entire body begged.
I looked at Nick’s headshot on my screen. It was professionally done. I would have said it had been touched up it looked so perfect, but I had met him in real life and I had to hand it to him, he was gorgeous on the outside. At forty, he still had thick, sandy brown hair, and eyes of blue that looked like a daydream. He worshipped his own body, so he was in perfect shape, and his chiseled features wore his five o’clock shadow like they were meant to be together. Besides his looks, I couldn’t think of a redeeming characteristic about him. But I looked between his picture and Kenadie. Kenadie, who I admired and respected. She was intelligent and I agreed whole-heartedly with her approach to relationships. I was happy to help her grow her business. I felt like what we did here was important. People should be more selective about who they dated. I believed the research we did was vital. I wished it was available to me back when . . . well, back when I didn’t know better. I would hate to see anyone ruin what she and the rest of us had worked so hard to create here at Binary Search.
I looked one more time between Nicholas Wells and Kenadie. I knew I would regret it, but I would regret the demise of Binary Search more.
“Fine,” I breathed out.