SPIN THE WHEEL. DATE THE TYPE.
“Take a drink and then spin the wheel,” my bff Hayley says.
“Here goes nothing,” I whisper, closing my eyes and flicking the spinner.
“Ooh! You got Boss.” She claps. “You get to date your boss! How exciting will that be?”
“Hang on. Wait up.” I laugh, waving my hands around. “I can’t date my boss—or rather, Maggie’s boss, which I guess means my boss. He’s married with three kids, and he has a belly and only half a head of hair. I just can’t—”
“No, I’m talking the big boss.” She holds up her phone, where she was typing something in while I whined. “Blake Marlin, CEO and billionaire. Your publisher is only a portion of his media conglomerate.”
Blake Marlin. Sure, I’ve heard the name. Who hasn’t? At the tender age of thirty-two, he’s managed to amass a stunning empire. Magazines, blogs, newspapers, radio and TV stations. Hayley’s right; book publishing is only one small part of the larger whole.
He’s also handsome as anything. Big, soulful brown eyes. A killer smile. His sandy-blond hair is tousled in the picture she’s pulled up, like he just ran his hand through it. He’s an avid sportsman, and his fit body and tan skin reflect this.
“He’s a little too hot for me.” I shrug. “And fabulously wealthy. Why would he want to go out with me in the first place? Besides,” I add when it looks like she’s about to slap me silly, “that’s two tropes in one book. Boss and billionaire. They should be separate. Right?”
“I don’t know. What’s your imagination tell you, Kitty?”
“That I need to spin again. Can’t I start small the first time?” I ask, hands clasped in prayer. “Maybe just this one time, I can choose my trope rather than spinning for it. Let’s see … there’s bad boy, best friend’s brother …” I shoot her a sly grin.