guy.â
âSeriously, Becks.â Her eyes lit up. âWe had so much fun blading today. It was just the best time Iâve had with a guy in ages .â
âDo you think heâs interested?â
âI think he likes me.â She winced, and I wasnât sure if it was from the nail file or the conversation. âBut Iâm not sure if he likes me likes me.â
I wondered if women who know how to flirt also know how to talk about men without resorting to junior high school phraseology. âWhat kind of woman does he usually date?â
She shrugged. âI donât know. Thatâs not the sort of thing Sports Illustrated usually covers.â
âTry People . Better yet, Google him on my laptop.â
âHave you Googledââshe looked around to make sure nobody was listening, then mouthed the wordsââSir Charles Shipley?â
âNot yet. Heâs only been on my radar for sixteen hours, and what with the hospital and the spa and allââ
Vida nodded. âI understand. Youâve been busy.â
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âITâS NOT LIKE Iâm some sort of troll, Max, I mean, I do take care of my personal hygiene on a regular basis.â I hadjust met Max in the hotel lobby, and he was making entirely too much fuss over my new look.
âIâm sure you do, Becks, but if I can just say something?â
âWhat?â I prepared for the inevitable mockery.
He stepped back and considered me, put a thoughtful finger to his lips, and pronounced âYowza.â
âYou think?â I touched my caramel-and-honey highlighted hair, which was now âhip and swingyâ instead of âhanging down pathetically.â
âI think Roger is a genius and you are a goddess.â
âI like the last part,â I told him. âDid you see my eyelashes? Iâm wearing false eyelashes.â I closed my eyes so he could get a better look.
âYeah,â Max said. âNow we just have to teach you how to use them.â He slung his arm around me and propelled me to the door. âI just hope you appreciate the sacrifices I make in the name of friendship.â
âI do,â I assured him. âTeach me everything.â
âYouâre in good hands, Becks. After all, if youâre going to be a princess, you might as well learn from a queen.â
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AT FIRST I WAS HOPELESS. Max took me to a nearby barânot a cozy, comfortable pub sort of place but a loud-music-and-hipsters barâand made me sit at a high table out in the open instead of in a corner booth. Just instructing me on the proper way to perch on a tall stool took the better part of half an hour. Then we moved on to distance flirting.
âOkay,â Max said. âNow, when Iâm at the bar, I want you to look across the room and give me your best âIâm interestedâ smile.â
I nodded. No problem.
He returned with two martinis and a pained look on his face.
âWhat?â
âBecks, are you suffering from gastric problems? You can tell me, Iâm a doctor.â
âYouâre a dermatologist.â
âTrue, but that fleeting grimace that passed across your face seems like a clear indication that you need to consult an internist.â
âIt was a grimace?â
He rolled his eyes.
âHowâs this?â I produced another hopefully seductive expression.
Max held up his hands. âYouâre scaring me.â
I had to admit, it hurt. I had assumed Iâd just need to learn a few techniques, but now Max had me thinking I might inadvertently frighten small children in my attempts to attract the LOTM.
I thought I knew what the problem was. Iâd spent my entire adult life trying to be taken seriously in the business world, always worried that male colleagues would think of me as a âmarketing bimboâ or âbooth bunny.â So Iâd made it a point to never give them any reason
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