Failure to Match (Bad Billionaire Bosses, #2)

by Kyra Parsi

“You want to know a little secret?”

“Only if it’s relevant to helping me find you a suitable match.”

“I kind of like it when you’re mean to me.”

I definitely remember you saying you didn’t have a sense of humor.”

“That is correct,”

“I don’t need one. I have a lo...

“Hey!” My grin died when Jackson tugged my arm, pulling me back the way we’d come. “Where are we going?” “Leaving,” he bit out, shoving at the elevator button. Disappointment weighed on my shoulders, making them sink an inch. My heart dropped. “What? Why? We just got here.” He adjusted his bow tie, a muscle ticking across his jaw. “I miscalculated.”

I tried ignoring him again as I finished typing my email to Alice and Mitch, requesting that they add highly sarcastic and dry sense of humor to Jackson’s profile immediately.

“Oh, that’s nice,” he murmured approvingly, adding chills and shudders to my ever-growing list of symptoms. “You’re emailing your coworkers about how funny you think I am.”

“I’m going to murder you if you don’t stop.”

“Ah, yes, a friendly jest between two pals. I’ve seen this on television.”

“All right, I guess I’ll just spit it out.” And then Jackson Sinclair, the absolute bane of the last eight months of my existence, looked me dead in the eyes and said, “I was thinking that you and I should get married.”

honestly, I think you’re a lot easier to fall in love with than you realize,

“You think I’m easy to fall in love with?” His voice was husky, quiet.

“It’s not him,” he whispered against my lips. “It’s not him. Come back to me, Jamie.”

“Stop. Just... stop.” His voice was gruff with exasperation as he stepped forward. “Does this feel right to you? Does seeing me with someone else feel right? Because I’m losing my fucking mind over here, Jamie. It’s fucking horrible.”

“How can you stand it?” His voice was raw, anguished. “How is it fair that you’re only halfway there, but I can’t fucking breathe anymore, Jamie?”