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Perfect Pairing, 2

 

Vanessa Devereaux

 

Copyright © 2012

 

 

 

Perfect Pairing
’s Head
Office

 

Sadie smiled at the gold
-
trimmed envelope
sitting on top of today’s mail
.
It contained a weddin
g invitation. She knew that
even
without o
pening it
, and not
because of any
skill she possessed as a witch
. Her
first P
erfect
P
airing couple was getting married
,
and
last week
they’d phone
d
to tell her
an invitation was forthcoming
.
She couldn’
t
wait to see them exchange vows and then
walk down the a
isle as husband and wife. Watching them
take to the dance floor for the first time as
Mr. and Mrs. Mitchell Farraday would also be thrilling. Sadie clapped her hands together
several times
like an excited
little child. Being an invited guest
gave her an
excuse
to go shopping for a ne
w dress. Maybe even a hat. She
hadn’t worn one of those to a wedding

oh, in what
?
O
ne
hundred years
?
S
o
it was past due.

She opened the folder on her
desk. She’d mentioned this next couple
to Nadine and had lied somewhat w
hen she’d told her they were already
c
lients of Perfect Pairing.
Neither of them was
. Well
,
not quite yet
. Howev
er, she hadn’t been lying
when she’d said
that
they hat
ed one another
.
No
, that wasn’t the truth
either
.
They just thought they did. It was her job to convince them otherwise. It was also down to her
get them together so they could find out just how compatible they really were.

Nadine was
currently
at a conference in the other realm
,
so what she didn’t know, couldn’t hurt Sadie.
Okay, Nadine had warned her that she wasn’t allowed to use any witch
craft
while working for the Department of Love,
but a mere
boost of somethi
ng special wouldn’t hurt. S
he knew these two stubborn
,
soon
-
to
-
be lo
vers needed some help to get those
love wheels in motion.

Sadie walked to the cupboard where she kept her secret stash of potions under lock and key
,
just in
case Nadine ever came snooping around
.
She sorted through the jars and pulled out three of them, plus her
silver
mix
ing bowl. She’d need to use one of her
spell
s
to get this couple to sign up for Perfect Pai
ring. Sadie opened the first jar
and sprinkled in a few splashes of the light blue liquid,
and then
pulled out her jar of enlight
en
ment, otherwise known as

oh,
yea
h
, now I get it
,

and added first one dash and then for good measure, two more.
And he’d have
to forgive her for this one
,
but
it was only temporary. O
nce he met with his dream girl,
Sadie
would
remove the
impoten
ce
spell
,
and
as a way apologizing,
she’d make
him more virile than ever
. She threw in some more of
the
potion just for good measure
, closed her eyes
,
and cast
the spell
into the universe
.

 

 

Chapter One

 

Kyle threw down his car keys so hard they bounced back out of the dish on the co
unter
-
top in his kitchen. He
took off his jacket
and slung it over the couch.

He’d
had the most embarrassing night of his entire life.
He’d
had dinner with
a model whose legs he’d
fantasized
about all during the meal
. Those long limbs bei
ng wrapped around him while they got between the sheets
. However, when they’d got to that part of the evening, he’d been unable to perform
.
He
couldn’t
get a
hard
-
on.
Not even one tiny piece
of his cock would respond
,
despite her being naked with her those legs spread wide for him.

Kyle
slumped down on the co
uch and ran his hand through his hair
, hoping tha
t would help him
concentrate and
figure out
what had gone wrong tonight.
He’d laughed it off and said he’d had one to
o many drinks today
and hence his sudden impotenc
e
.
The truth was he never touched alcohol any more. Perr
ier or Evian was about as hard
-
core
as it got for him these days. No, boo
ze was not to blame for Mr. Flop
py.

His date had
even tried manual
,
and yes, oral stimulation
,
but still his dick had hung like a wet mop in a janitor’s closet.

Shit.

She’ll
p
robably tell all her friends
,
so
when I’m on
TV they’ll
all laugh
,
and they’ll
tell two friends
,
and…

How much worse can things get?

Maybe I’m ill or coming down with something
,
and that’s the reason I couldn’t get it up tonight.

However, in
all honesty he felt just fine.
Hornier
th
an ever, in fact. In his mind
he’d wanted
to have
sex with her
,
but for
some reason his body didn’t share
t
he
same enthusiasm.

Kyle knew w
hat he’d try
. It was the perfect way to see if there was something actually physically wrong with him or not.
H
e’d watch his favorite raunchy triple X
-rated
movie while giving himself a
l
ittle self-
s
ti
mulation
. Without fai
l
that worked every single time.

He headed to the bathroom
where
he
took off his clothes, reache
d for a container of
lotion
, and then returned
to the b
edroom. He threw it
on
to the bed before pressing
the remote
to turn on the TV. He loaded in
the DVD and
got onto the bed. He squeezed some lotion into his hand and fast forwarded
it t
o the raunchiest
part of the movie
.
W
ell
, if you could call it a movie
.
A
nd
he
wrapped his hand around his dick.

Kyle rested his head back on the pillow and wat
ched as the man opened the woman’s
legs. Kyle ran his hands up and down his cock
,
knowing this scene always
made him
hard and ready to explode.

Tonight nothing.

He moved his hand faster
,
convinced
smoke wo
uld fly from
his cock
at
any seco
nd. He glanced at the screen again.
The woman’s
pussy looked so inviting
,
but still nothing was happening to him.

Eventually he gave up. His hand
was tired
.
H
is
dick, well, that was downright sore and
flopped on his thigh like it was sick and beat
en
.

Kyle tried to get his breath back after the exhausting effort.
He held his chest, feeling his heat beat against his palm.

I’m way
too young for Viagra.

“Shit,” shouted Kyle. “What the hell is happening to me?”

He reached across to the b
edside table and took hold of his cell phone
. Kyle punched the numbers of his manage
r’s home phone
.

“Hello. Tom Reeson speaking.”

It sounded like he’d
woke
n
Tom
up
. He probably
had
because
Kyle hadn’
t realized it was past
midnight
until he glanced at the alarm clock on his bedside table.

“Tom
.”

“Kyle, what the he
ll
? Y
ou
in some type of trouble?”

“Oh yeah, big time.”

“Okay, the
n
I think we should get your publicist to…”

“No, not any trouble like with my mom. This is
physical. I’m sick.”

“You want me to call a doctor?”

“I don’t know if one can help me
.
I can’t get an erection
.”

Tom burst out laughing. Kyle pulled the phone away from his ear
,
disgusted
that a
nother
man would be so flippant about this sort of problem.

“And
what’s so funny? I thought a guy would understand how I feel.”

“I do. It
ha
ppens to most of us older men
from time t
o time. Nothing to worry about,” said Tom.

“I’m thirty-
four
years old for fuck’s sake. These things a
ren’t supposed to happen to guys my age.”

“You do know
that
a man’
s past his prime at
eighteen?
I’m guessing your dick
just need
s
some rest and relaxation. If I know you, you’ve
been using it too much lately. You
ever thought about
settlin
g down and devoting it
to
just
one woman?”

“That would break my female fans’ hearts.”

“Kyle, you’re
a great looking guy
, not married and heading fast to forty
.
I’m guessing most of them think you’
re gay
,
so
they’re probably not holding their breaths waiting for you
.”

Tom was offering no sympathy whatsoever.
In fact, he was making matters worse.

“I’m not getting married
just for the sake of my image
,
and I will get my cock working again. You know any doctors
who will
keep my visit
confidential?
I mean if this got into the tabloids
,
I’d be finished.”

“Yeah, I’ll see wh
at I can do, but in the morning…
please. Good night
,
Kyle
.
J
ust
get a good night’s rest like I was trying to do before the phone woke me.”

King of sarcasm

that’s what Kyle liked most about his manager.

“Okay, just give me a call when you’ve set up an appointment because I’d like to nip this problem in the bud as soon as I can.”

*
***

Evie
sat in her dressing room
drinking coffee
and paging through one of the magazines
her producer had placed on her desk that morn
ing. As the entertainment correspondent,
she had to keep
up
on who was who, who was dating who
m
, who was divorcing who
m
, and who was the next big thing.

She was due on set in twenty minutes to give her wee
kly entertainment
round
-
up report and
had a few minutes to spare b
efore she headed downstairs to the
main
studio
. She flipped the pages until she arrived at the
inside back
page
when she
almost
choked
on her coffee. Some of it trickled out of her mouth and splashed
on
to
the blouse the wardrobe
la
dy had insisted she wear today
.

Kyle Daley’s photo glared back at her. His face, like her blouse,
was
splashed with coffee. All he wore was his familiar
,
sickening
,
phony smile
,
and a towel wrapped about his waist
.
He was advertising a new razor with four blades that gave you the close
s
t shave of your life. Evie
knew what she’d like to do
to him
with that razor.

“Evie
, ten minutes
‘til
show time.” T
hat was the
assistant
director banging on her door.

She
dabbed at the coffee
stain on her blouse and just as
quickly tried to put the image of Kyle’s half
-
dressed body out of her mind. The man really thought he was something special.
And that sickening smirk on his face.
Her efforts to clean the coffee spill were making things worse
,
and she had only a few minutes to go. Maybe no one would notice it.

Evie walked out on
to the
set
,
and the director handed her some notes.
She took her cue and then got into position at her news desk during the commercial break.

She watched as the director counted down
with his fingers held up in front of her,
and then
th
e light on the camera flashed red
.

“Good morning
.
T
his
is Evie Winters here
,
with your
weekly entertainment update…”

*
***

Kyle opened his
eyes and realized he’d fallen asleep and
slept all
night wi
th
his TV switched
on
. At
least he’d had the good sense to turn the volume down before he’d drifted off.
He yawned and rubbed his eyes before focusing on the screen again.

No, it can’t
be.

If last night hadn’t been
shitty enough
,
this morning didn’t look any
better. There on his
sixty
inch high definition screen was Evie Winters.
Nemesis, bitch, pain in the ass
,
and yes,
thorn in his side.

Was that a cof
fee stain
on her blouse?
Wonder how that
got by Miss I’m Always P
erfect.
Miss I’ve N
eve
r Made a Mistake in My L
ife.
At least the TV was
on mute
,
so he
didn’t have to listen
to her voice
. He fingered the remote, willing himself to hit the off
button
,
but for some strange reason, he just couldn’t
do it.

Damn, it’s like
something’s possessing me to watch her.

Kyle wanted to hate Evie
, really he did
,
but he’d done something despicable to her less than a year ago
,
so the fault wasn’t all hers. He’d stood
her up for the biggest interview scoop of her life
,
and yes, on live television
. And yes, it hadn’t
been his fault
either
. Well, in a way it had been. He’d
made the choice
to rush to
Colorado
that morning,
but it had been an emergency
. However,
he couldn’t let her
or anyone else
know the real
reason she’d been left sitting
with an empty chair in front of her and looking like
the biggest idiot in the world on live TV.
Nevertheless
, what’d she’d done on his return to
L
.
A
.
had be
en over the top
,
and from then on
she’d become his favorite person to hate.

He glanced at the screen again.

Like it or not,
Kyle had to admit she was cute. That dar
k hair that curled up at the ends
,
baby blue eyes,
kissable lips, high cheekbones…

He swallowed.

Shit, will wonders never cease?

He had a hard
-
on.

Kyle lifted
the sheet just to make sure he wasn’t imaging things. Nope
,
his
cock was back to normal
.

“Yes
!

he shout
ed
before
letting the sheet fall back on his body. He
punched the air with both his fists.
He set his hea
d back and pumped up the volume on the TV. Not even evil Evie could ruin his day now.

“Last week it was announced that the fall
TV
line
-
up…

Hell
, she was sexy.
Why hadn’t he realized that before today?
Not even
when she’d marched into the restaurant after the incident
on the morning show had he seen how alluring she
really
was.
H
e remembered that night, minute by painful minute.
Her burst
ing
into the restaurant l
ike she owned the place.
Had that been actual
steam billowing from her nostrils as she’d pounded across the wooden floor in her Jimmy Cho
o sh
oes
? She’d stood in front of the table glar
ing at him for a few seconds without
saying a word. She’d then
picked up the martini and thrown
it
dead center in
to
his face
.

The irony was it
hadn’t
even
been
his drink. It
had
belonged to his publicist who
had been
dining with him that night. Kyle had laughed it off by saying in a loud voice
so other diners could hear,
he was positive that was not only shaken but stirred
,
too
,
and not even James Bond had to deal with a bitch like her.
That had been
a stupid thing to say about a
woma
n like Evie.
That had made the dragon lady
’s breath produce more fire
.
S
he’d
then proceede
d
to dump
the whole dish of
Parmesan
cheese on
to
his head.

H
e’d stood
,
hoping to catch her as she exited the restaurant so
he could
give him a piece of his mind
,
but when he’d rushed outside on
to
the sidewalk, the paparazzi
had
been lined just waiting to snap
his photo. His startled face had turned up
on every entertainment and gossip publication
around the world the following day.
Even someone from TMZ
had
rushed over to ask him what his rea
ction was to Ms. Winter’s revengeful behavior
. He’d said no
comment and hurried
back inside, truly humiliated for the first time in his life.

Evil Evie had even had the audacity to call him later that night to gloat.

“So how does it feel when the shoe

s on the other foot? It’s really
not that great to be embarrassed
in front of everyone
,
is it, you ass hole.”

With that she’d slammed down the phone so hard, he thought he’d lost his hearing in that ear. It had been a whole hour before the buzzing noise in his head
had
subsided.

K
yle rubbed his cock through the sheet
. He was rock hard just thinking about her
and the look on her face that night. The sexy
red dress she’d b
een wearing. It had been
so tight
that
it
was obvious she hadn’t worn a
bra. Her
nipples had pushed through the sheer material
,
and yes, if he was honest the whole thing had actually been a
turn
-
on.

He made a
fist, trying to get her out of his mind
,
but he couldn’t. All he could think about was getting
her in
to
his bed so his erection wouldn’t go to waste this morning.
How sick was that?

Kyle put his hand under the sheet and wrapped it around
his cock
,
now unable
able to take his eyes off the screen and Evie. She was n
o longer in the studio
,
but the station was
showing a field report of her on one of the sets of a new series that would premiere in the fall. The sunlight played on her hair. And as she turned sideways
,
the light behind her made her dress
appear
almost
transparent.

He moved his hand faster and with more urgency, catching a glimpse of her
luscious
thighs.
The outline of their
muscles stood out
,
and he wondered
how long she worked out every day to get them looking that good.
What would they feel like wrapped around
his hips as he pounded into her?
 
He guessed she’d be extra tight in the pussy department.
Yes, a woman like Evie Winters couldn’t be anything else. Kyle groaned as he came
,
and it felt so good. He rest
ed
his head back on the pillow and took deep breaths as Evie f
aded from the screen and the image switched
to a commercial.

Just what would she think about him jerking off while she was giving her weekly entertainment report? Probably be
mortified. He was
pretty
shocked
by it
,
too. However,
she’d been the cure for his temporary impotence.

“Thank you
,
Evie
. O
kay
, I owe you one,” said Kyle
,
realizing he’d said it out loud.

He looked at his watch. He had an appointment with his trainer in less than an hour. After that
he was
going to call h
is date from last night because
now that his dick was back in working order
,
he’d ask for a second chance to take her to paradise.

 

 

Chapter Two

 

Evie wiped the perspiration from her face with one of the towels in her bathroom. The weather had
turned slightly humid
,
and she realized
she’d chosen th
e wrong day to go jogging. S
he’d
had
a strange so
rt of tensio
n building all day and needed
some exercise to try
to
get it out of her system.

At first she couldn’t figure out what was wrong
,
but as soon as she’d
left the studio she
’d
realized it had all began when she’d seen that
sexy photo of Kyle
Daley while she’d been in
her dressing room.
That dark, slightly wavy hair, the green eyes, those broad shoulders on his six foot plus frame…

She hadn’t been able to get the image of him wearing
only
a towel out of
her head. She’d tried her best, really she had. Evie had e
ven gone to one of her
favo
rite restaurants for lunch, convinced
the
re
’d
be enough eye candy
there
to m
ake her forget Kyle in a second.
She’d asked
to be seated at one of the table
s
on the
outside patio
because
she
knew that’s
where the hunks hung out in between
their auditions.
She’d
ogled
them
from head to toe, three of them, twice,
but n
ot a single one had sent the erotic charges
shooting through her
body the way Kyle’s photo had earlier that day.

She
walked to the sink and turned on
the tap,
let
ting the cold water run for a few minutes until it got icy cool.
Evie le
aned over and splashed her face a few times and then looked into the mirror over the vanity.

Just try to put him out of your
mind because the man’s
trouble.
That interview could have made your career
,
and he
fucked it up big time. Asshole!

She turned off the tap and headed into her bedroom. She picked up her tote and pulled out her
cell phone. A magazine
that she didn’
t remember putting into her bag fell out onto the bed. Evie
stepped back
,
completely stunned when
it opened at the page
containing Kyle’s razor ad.

She rubbed her eyes, positive
she was seeing things
,
h
allucinating
due to the
sudden
heat.
There was no way in hell she’d put that
magazine into her tote to bring
home
. N
o
way.
And the chances
of it falling open
to the exact page containing that ad
were
minute. So was
the universe trying to tell her something
or what
?

Maybe bury the
hatchet and make peace with him?
End one of the ent
ertainment industry’s juiciest
feuds of the last twelve months?

Evie Winters wasn’t the type to
eat humble pie.
He’d have to offer the first

I’m sorry for my disgusting behavior.

And she’d make
him apologize on the air. He’d sit in the very same chair his ass should have been in when he’d offered her the exclusive interview after he’d
landed the role of
America
’s answer to James Bond.

It had been her scoop.
She’d worked her butt off
to get it,
wooing and groveling to
both
his agent and
publicist to land the exclusive
. The
station and
network had played it u
p, built everything around it. Their star entertainment
reporter
conductin
g a live interview with
America
’s answer to 007.  But then on the big day,
there she’d sat like an idiot looking at
nothing but an empty chair and the flashing red light on the camera telling her that she was live. She’d looked at the producer, the director
,
hoping they could offer her some hope tha
t Kyle Daley was on his way. However, all they’d done was
shrug their shoulders, obviously as clueless abo
ut his whereabouts as she was
.

Evie
looked at the magazine again, wanting so badly to hat
e him, to draw a mustache on that
damn beautiful face of his
,
but all she could feel was lu
st. A stirring between her legs and a tingly
feeling in her pussy just thinking about him.

Evie
grabbed the magazine and stared at his photo.
Okay,
terrible thing he’d done to her aside, she suddenly realized she found him totally
irresistible
and secretly always had.
She tossed the magazine down but was sure he
’d winked at her from
off
the page.

Somethi
ng must be wrong with her. Perhaps
she needed
glasses. More likely
she needed to
have sex.
It had been two months since she’d been out with that director. Not that he’d done much for her in the orgasm department. Wham, bam
,
and it’s over
in a flash
,
ma’am
,
should
, in Evie’s opinion
,
be the name of his next movie.

She took a deep breath. He
r vibrator always calmed
her down when she got this tense
. She leaned over, opened the draw
er
on her bedside table
,
and reached in
side
for her trusted
,
and unlike men, always reliable,
pink buddy.

Evie yanked
down her jogging pants and panties, pulled them off her legs
,
and tossed them down
to
the end of the bed.

Hope I reme
mbered to charge this thing up
after the last time I used it.

She pressed the on switch
,
and lu
cky for her, it buzzed with gusto
.

Evie settled back on her pillow, getting as comfortable as she could.
She spread her legs
,
allowing the
vibrator
to
play across her clit, down her folds and then,
oh
yes, inside her pussy.

She opened her eyes, something she shouldn’t have done because when she glanced
down she saw the magazine again
,
and it was almost as if Kyle was watching her. Grinning and ta
king enjoyment that
Evie Winters
resorted to
pleasuring herself with a
battery
-
operated friend
.

Evie look
ed at his chest, his cute
inny belly button
,
and then the bulge under
the towel. Sh
e hadn’t
really
noticed that before
,
and now it was all
she could think about. What
d
id Kyle’s dick look like?
She bet it was thick, long,
and please
d a woman
every time he used it
.
She upped the speed on the vibrator and moaned
as she felt her climax building just thinking about being one of the
a
for
e
mentioned women.

Judging by the bulge in that t
owel, Kyle probably would be so much better at bringing about her orgasm than this inanimate object she now held
. Yeah, that’s
if she let that man
anywhere near her body.
Never gonna happen.

She closed her eyes, imaging her legs wrapped around his hips, him
pounding into her. Evie threw
her head back and enjoyed pure hea
ven and release as she climaxed while
seeing nothing but Kyle’s face in her mind’s eye.

She flopped over onto her side, sending the magazine spilling to the f
loor. The page had flipped over onto another advertisement.

She grabbed it
, brought
it cl
ose to her so the words came into
clearer
focus

Perfect Pairing
:
the hot new
match
making service. Find your p
erfect mate or your money back.

Evie rolled onto her back.
Ma
ybe she needed outside help in her search to find
the perfect man.
That was it. She’d find a mate, settle
down
,
and forg
et that Kyle Daley had not only ruined her career but that he even existed on planet
E
arth
.

 

 

Chapter Three

 

“If you dare come back here again, I won’t be responsible for my actions.”

Kyle ducked as
his pants, shirt, and finally
his
boxers
,
were hurled at him as he stood in the li
ving room of
top
model Rosie Hayes.

She slammed the bedroom door as he hopped on o
ne foot trying to put his underwear
back on. He couldn’t blame Rosie’s
sudden
outburst. He’d gotten her all worked up about them having hot sex
,
and then the same thing happened again
. This time he was more baffled than the night before
because just this morning he’d…. God help him, he didn’t want to think ab
out jerking off while watching Evie Winters on TV.

Rosie
open
ed the bedroom door. Kyle braced himself by crossing his arms in front of his face, waiting
for his shoes
to be pelted
at him
,
but relaxed w
hen he noticed they were
sitting by the couch
in her living room.

“Maybe it’s not women who turn y
ou on. Yeah, that’s it
,
isn’t it?
The girls and I wondered why
you’re so old, still not married
,
and don’t even
have a regular girlfriend.”

She slammed the door again.

Kyle sat on the couch and slipped his shoes back on.

S
hit, if they all thought he preferred
guys because he wasn’t in a serious relationship
maybe Bob had been right about his fans.
It wasn’t that he didn’t want to get married. He’d really love to settle down and have a family one of these days. Problem was he hadn’t met the right girl. All the wo
men he met were either after his money or obsessed with
his fame
,
and
,
yes, shallow as hell. But how did you meet a real woman when you worked in this business?

He stood and threw his jacket around his shoulders and headed outside to his car. He got in and pulled out his cell phone and dialed Bob’s number.

“Hello.”

“Bob, it happened again.”

“What?”

“Flo
ppy Dick S
yndrome.”

“Oh that. I told you to give it a rest.”

“Did you find a doctor for me? I think I should get it checked out. I mean if it’s something serious th
ey can cure it before it gets worse
.”

Not sure how
much
wo
rse things can get.

“I do know a really good doctor in the
Bremar
Building
.”

“And can he be trusted? I mean he won’t be selling the stor
y about I treated Kyle Daley
’s erectile dysfunction disorder to one of the tabloids?”

“Dr. Hun
t. Yes
, he treats lots of celebrities
.”

“Okay, set me up with an appointment sometime tomorrow if you can.”

“Will do
,
and I’ll call you with a time.”

Kyle pressed the end call button and sat looking down the road.

Maybe he’d give him some pills
,
and he’d be as good as new. And once he got his dick working again he’d seriously think about finding his perfect mate.

*
***

Evie walked into the offices of Perfect Pairing. Had she become this desperate tha
t she’d resorted to paying someone to find
her a d
ate?
She was about to put the clipboard down and leave when a woman spoke to her.

“Can I get your tea, ice
d
tea, coffee
?” asked the receptionist. Evie looked up from the
questionnaire she was completing
.

“Maybe something later, thank you.”

“How about one of our very
own Perfect Pairing lemonades?”

She
noticed
see a lady in a dress suit standing in the doorway. She walked over to Evie.

“We have our own bra
nd of le
monade?” asked the receptionist, raising her eyebrows.

“Yes, it’s my own recipe.” She turned to Evie.

I’m Sadie Sutton, owner
of Perfect Pairing.”

She extended her hand
,
and Evie shook it.

“Yes, I will have the lemonade,” said Evie.

She
wasn’t sure why she’d agreed
because she wasn’t thirsty
,
and she usually found most lemonades too tart for her liking.

“Wonderful
, and if you’d like to come with me
to my office we can get started on your application.”

Evie stood, threw her purse over her shoulder and followed the woman into an office with a large glas
s window that overlooked the courtyard and the other tower of the
Bremar
Building
.

“Have a seat
,
and make yourself comfortable.”

Evie sat on a red velvet
couch
as Sadie poured
her
a glass of pink lemonade.

“I haven’
t finished filling in the
questionnaire
yet
,” said Evie.

“No problem, I can do that as we go through the list of qualities you’re looking for in your perfect mate.”

She took the application from Evie and handed her the glass of lemonade.

Evie took a small sip knowing that’s all she
’d
want
,
but in
fact,
she
liked it.
Not too sweet
or
too tart
,
with an undertone of strawberry or some type of berry.
She took two large gulps.

Sadie sat on the couch beside her and paged through her application.

“Ah, I see you’re in the entertainment business.”

“Sort of,” said Evie. She wondered if it would seem forward of her if she asked f
or another glass of this tasty liquid
.

“And how do you feel about dating other people
in the business? For example, an actor?”

“You have actor
s sign up with Perfect Pairing?”

“Well,
at the moment only one
. A really nice young man.”

“Can you
tell me who?
I mean, I know a lot of them.”
She raised her hand. “Th
at I’m afraid I can’t do. It’s
client privacy.”

Evie nodded. “Yes, I understand. Do you think I could get another glass of this lemonade?”
She held up the now empty glass.

“Of course.”

Sadie stood,
put Evie’s papers on the couch
and walked over to the cabinet where she poured
her a second helping.

Evie was feeling slightly lightheaded and wondered if she was coming down with something. There had been
some type of bug going around the Channel Eight studios
.

“Now where were we?” asked Sadie handing her the glass.

“No, I don’t mind being matched with an actor. In fact, I’d like to do that.”

Why had she said that? She avoided actors at all costs.

“That’s
wonderful
,
and I’ll arrange for your first meeting to take place in the next couple of day
s

if that’s convenient for you?”

“It’s perfect
.
O
ops
, excus
e the pun.” Evie giggled before burping twice
in quick succession
while holding up the once again empty gla
ss. “Wow, excuse me. Guess I was
thirstier
than I thought.”

*
***

Kyle hated doctor’s offices, period. He disliked th
em even more when he’d been forced to wear an examination gown that didn’t cover even half his
ass
,
and
the doctor
’s
hands
, despite
hi
s
wearing latex gloves, were ice cold as they checked out
his dick.

“And you’ve had this problem for how long?”

“Two nights,” said Kyle, hop
ing this would be over quickly,
he’d get his magic tablets and be
gone
,
along wi
th the awkwardness of the situation
.

“And it’s never happened before?” asked the doctor.

“Never. But
the strangest thing is
…”

“Is
what?”

He should have kept his mouth shut.

The doctor looked at him, raising one eyebrow.

“Mr. Daley
,
if
I’m going to help you
with your erectile dysfunction,
I need to know everything.”

Kyle set his head back o
n the examining table and looked up at the white ceiling tiles.
This is getting more embarrassing by the minute.

“Okay, yesterday
morning I woke up
,
and I must have left the T
V on all night
.
A
nd
the Channel Eight Morning S
how was on
,
and Evie Winters was doing her segment.”

“Oh, Evie
, I love her. She’s a sweetheart
. S
orry
,
go on.”


I don’t know why this happened
,
but
when I saw her
I got an erection.”