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Maybe there was something there. This was purely an experiment, anyway.
I knew I was missing some of my leading men, but I had a good start to my list.
I’d need to analyze each leading man against the same set of criteria, so I started scribbling down a list that I’d be able to apply to each man. For the positive traits, I’d listed Romance, Physical Attraction, Mental Stimulation, Conversation, Emotional Connection, Laughter, and Character. On the negative side, I listed Awkwardness, Annoying Traits, and Non-Negotiables. I’d define them later, but I had a good start.
Next I had to figure out where the hell I could find all of these men so I could begin conducting my “research.”
And the answer to my question?
The internet, of course.
Dating websites of every size, style, and variety were at my fingertips. I settled in with a bottle of wine—I was going to need the whole damn thing if I was seriously considering hitting on my stepbrother—and I got to work.
Six hours later, I was a member of twelve new dating websites and really glad I lived in an apartment by myself.
I may have been more than a little drunk after putting an entire bottle down on my own, and I needed sleep. It was after six in the morning. Sleep would definitely help me prepare for my huge test the next day…well, later that same day.
Suddenly the entire bottle didn’t seem like the best idea in the world.
When I woke up from my wine-induced sleep, I had exactly fifteen minutes to make myself presentable and get to class. I ran through the doors and slid into my seat just as Dr. Prestbury started handing out the answer documents. Scott caught my eye and mouthed, “You okay?”
I nodded. I was more than okay.
I had my thesis topic.
And an epic hangover.
Or maybe I was still a little drunk. It was hard to tell, really.
* * *
I raced home from my exam, not all that concerned with my performance…or etiquette, apparently. Scott, Shannon, Austin, and I always met out by the big palm tree in front of the Psych building after a test. I’d been the first one finished, and I should’ve waited, but I was dying to check my email. I hadn’t had a chance earlier in my rush to get to class.
When I logged into my email account, I literally gasped.
I had seventy-six new emails.
Apparently the photo I’d chosen for my profile picture on all twelve dating sites was a winner.
Or maybe I had a nipple hanging out and hadn’t noticed. I rushed to check the photo before I opened any of the emails.
Definitely no nip slip.
I blew out a sigh of relief. It wasn’t a “breath I didn’t even know I’d been holding,” as the novels I read liked to say. I knew damn well I was holding that breath, and I let it whoosh out of me as I tried to get my heart rate back to normal after the nip scare of the year.
I opened the first email. Apparently someone had “winked” at me. Another email told me I’d gotten a nod. As I glanced through the notifications, I’d also been poked, prodded, dinged, and dreamed about.
And the seventh and eighth emails I opened were just penis pictures.
Seriously?
A couple of meat popsicles right there in my email. Skin flutes. Steamin’ semen trucks.
I deleted them as I realized that finding my potential happy ending might require more work than one night with the internet.
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Table of Contents
CHAPTER 1
CHAPTER 2
CHAPTER 3
CHAPTER 4
CHAPTER 5
CHAPTER 6
CHAPTER 7
CHAPTER 8
CHAPTER 9
CHAPTER 10
CHAPTER 11
CHAPTER 12
CHAPTER 13
CHAPTER 14
CHAPTER 15
CHAPTER 16
CHAPTER 17
CHAPTER 18
CHAPTER 19
CHAPTER 20
CHAPTER 21
CHAPTER 22
CHAPTER 23
CHAPTER 24