Page 15 of Dream Date With the Millionaire
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Private IM conference #42 (3 participants)…
Engishcrumpet: So he’s attractive?
Sanfrandani: Yes. His profile picture doesn’t do him justice. You can’t tell how green his eyes are. Or how nice his smile is. Or see the slight bump on his nose that makes him look a little rugged.
Kangagirl: Bryce sounds yummy.
Sanfrandani: I wouldn’t mind a taste.
Who was she kidding? She wouldn’t mind gobbling him all up. But he appealed to her on a variety of levels, both physical as well as emotional. She’d felt a connection with him. One she wanted to explore further. If only she could…
Kangagirl: Go for it!
Englishcrumpet: Unless you already have.
Sanfrandani: I haven’t. We only had coffee. I hardly know him.
Kangagirl: Sounds like you should get to know him better.
Englishcrumpet: When do you see him again?
Sanfrandani: He said he’d be in touch. But after I told him I had another date, I doubt I’ll hear back from him.
And that bothered Dani. More than she wanted to admit. He’d had a funny look on his face when she’d told him about her upcoming date. Maybe she shouldn’t have told him the truth, but his dinner invitation had taken her by surprise. The entire meeting had, really. She kept replaying their conversation in her mind. Not that it mattered with her job and all.
Sanfrandani: It’s no big deal. Remember, this is market research.
At least that was what Dani kept reminding herself as she had checked her in-box for the umpteenth time. Not that she expected Bryce to contact her after saying goodbye to her this morning, but on the off chance he had…
Kangagirl: You could always ask him out.
Englishcrumpet: That’s a brilliant idea, Marissa.
Sanfrandani: I can’t. Not unless I wanted to lie to him or tell him the truth about why I joined the site and risk losing my job. And now, with my boss wanting me to go out with any guy who contacts me, it’s just too complicated.
Kangagirl: Maybe, but look at Rick and me. That was complicated. You have to remember, if it’s meant to be, it’ll work out.
Englishcrumpet: That’s right. I never expected to fall in love again, let alone get married and have another baby. You never know how things will work out, Dani.
Kangagirl: So don’t give up hope.
Dani wanted to believe her friends, yet she had her doubts. And the guilt kept building. Her life had felt like a lie for half a year now. The job, the spying, now the dating.
She thought about the man she was meeting tomorrow night for dinner. Gymguy seemed pleasant enough, but his e-mail had been more of a sales pitch about himself. He didn’t mention anything about her. Nothing like…
She sighed.
Bryce.
Bryce didn’t know what to do.
He tapped his pencil against his desk. The rapid tattoo on the wood matched the throbbing at his temples. He had work issues to deal with, but only one thing was on his mind—Dani.
Actually, I do.
She had another date. A date, he’d discovered when he probed deeper, with another guy from Blinddatebrides.com.
He shouldn’t care. He didn’t care. He should be glad she was proving herself to be an ordinary client.
Except there was nothing ordinary about Dani.
Bryce couldn’t stop thinking about her.
Why would she suddenly decide to go on dates after months of turning men down?
Not knowing the answer bugged him. He needed to find out what was going on. Not for his sake, but for the Web site.
And he knew how to do that.
Bryce was the founder and CEO of Blinddatebrides.com. The terms of use customers agreed to when they joined the Web site gave him permission to read whatever he wanted. He had administrative access to everything, from chat logs to messages sent between users on the site. Viewing a user’s account wasn’t unheard of for debugging or monitoring metrics for site usage.
Or tracking down abusers.
Or possible abusers, such as Dani.
Checking her user account made perfect sense, Bryce rationalized. Reading private e-mails for personal reasons was unethical, but as part of an ongoing investigation…
That was all he was doing. Investigating.
It wasn’t as if he’d asked Grant to pull all her chat logs. He’d let the filtering system deal with those.
She’d made the date before she’d met him. Bryce had figured out that much from what she would tell him. Now he just wanted—make that needed—to know a little more.
He logged into the admin system.
Time to do a little poking around in her e-mails to see exactly what was going on with Sanfrandani.
