“So, anyway, tell me about why you’re looking for a woman. I wouldn’t have thought a rich good looking businessman like you would have a problem getting a girl.”

He sighed. “I made a wager with two of my friends that I could get a woman who would be happy to stay at home and only be mine, while accepting the job I do, and the fact that I will spend a lot of my working life around sex clubs and porn sets.”

I spluttered out part of my mocha.

“Did they have the same reaction I just did?” I wiped my mouth with a napkin.

“Pretty much.” He nodded. “So the bet was placed and if I don’t find someone in the next three months I have to babysit a six-month-old baby once a week which will totally destroy my alpha male image and take my other friend’s evil daughter out on a date.”

Oh my God, this was comedy gold and better than an episode of the Kardashians.

“And if you win?”

“My friend can’t talk about his daughter other than five minutes on birthdays and Christmas because he’s a total baby bore.”

“Aww.” I said.

“Don’t. Seriously, there’s only so many times a baby mashing banana in its face is cute, and I get to see thirty photos of the same thing from different angles.”

“And what about your other friend?”

“Well, that’s one of the reasons I’d really like to win. Other than being ultra competitive. He needs to ask his Assistant on a date and he keeps dithering. If I win he has to ask her out.”

“So it will be win/win/win - no baby photos, your friend gets a date, and you’ll have the woman of your dreams?”

His face fell.

“Christ, I’d not thought that far ahead. Do you think I could pay an escort?”

“As your girl best friend forever, may I suggest that becomes a last resort and first we attempt to find you a real woman?”

He nodded. “Okay. I’m listening. We’ll try that first. So how shall I meet this wholesome person? I’m not likely to meet them in my line of work, am I?”

“Dating app.” I picked my cell up off the table. “Let me just text my friend and ask her the name of the one she’s with. She’s had some good dates, though none have proved to be the one yet.”

“Set me up with your friend.”

“Pardon?” I said.

“Show me your friend’s profile on the dating app. If she looks nice, you can arrange for us to go out on a date. You can vouch for me as being a nice person.”

“I really can’t see her accepting a date from a billionaire. Seriously, it would be a struggle for anyone.” I responded, my voice thick with sarcasm.

“No. You mustn’t tell her. That’s one thing about all this. I need them to want me, for me. So no saying I’m loaded, well, you can say I am in the trouser department.”

“I wouldn’t know, so I’m not saying that.”

“I could show you? You’ve seen enough of them. On second thoughts, mine will look tiny compared to Mattias’ so let’s not bother.”

Thank God! I did not want him flashing me his dick! I reluctantly showed him my friends photo and her dating app profile.

“Pleasantly surprised there, Lori. Nice looking blonde, and medium build so will enjoy a nice meal.”

I rolled my eyes again.

“Interests: good food.” He fixes me with a stare “Told you.”

I pulled my tongue out at him.

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