Failure to Match (Bad Billionaire Bosses, #2)

by Kyra Parsi

“As you wish, sir. Miss Paquin, if you and Mr. Maguire would please follow me.” Mr. Maguire. I liked that.

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I clicked my pen, drew a picture on a blank sticky note, and slid it over to him. “Let’s start with the basics, shall we?” I said smoothly, matching his taunting tone. “Tell me, Mr. Sinclair, whereabouts d’you think the clitoris might be?”

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You are surly, rude, beyond arrogant, and the most unpleasant and unreasonable client I’ve ever had the displeasure of working with.” He inched closer, giant shoulders hunching as he crowded me. “Why is it that the pot always insists on calling the kettle black?”

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His eyes lowered to where my lip was wedged tightly between my teeth, and when they eventually resurfaced, you could barely see the ring of blue ice circling his pupils. “Go on a date with me.”

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“Jamie.” My heart skipped three full beats before it hurled into my ribs. His accent did… a not entirely unpleasant thing with my name. “I didn’t realize we were on a first-name basis.” “Go to dinner with me.”

Her tarot reader claimed that I’d meet my wife through the service.

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“The last two minutes don’t count. If this were a real second date, I’d already know your size.” I frowned. “What? How?” “Because your shoes would have been discarded on my bedroom floor by the end of the first one.”

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“I think it would have come up in at least one of the post-date conversations I had with your matches if this was normal behavior for you.” “I wasn’t interested in any of those women.”

My pulse kicked. “Jackson.” His fingers stuttered over the leather straps when his name tumbled out of my mouth. After a beat, he looked up at me with a challenging heat in his eyes. “Jamie.”

It’s useful to know you like giving gifts, and I’m sure⁠—” “I don’t. Normally.” My brows knit together. “What do you mean?” “I don’t normally enjoy giving gifts. It depends, like you said, on the person.”

“You want to know a little secret?” He still hadn’t dropped his hand. “Only if it’s relevant to helping me find you a suitable match.” I had very little interest in learning anything about him otherwise. I swear his eyes were twinkling as they slid between mine, his smile jerking. “I kind of like it when you’re mean to me.”

A few more items to add to my growing list of life-threatening allergies: 1. Whatever cologne he was always wearing. 2. My body being forced into close proximity with his body. 3. His bow tie (which I was absolutely not internally obsessing over). 4. Him clipping my safety belt into place for me.

I would like to have those allergies

Jackson picked up his glass, tilting it toward me, and... um… there was a lot of golden light spilling into the cabin from the sunset and, unfortunately, it kind of complemented his everything. It wasn’t until his victorious little smirk expanded to a full grin that I realized I was staring. “Like what you see?” he teased playfully as I snatched up my own flute.

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I gaped up at Jackson with wide, disbelieving eyes. “Shut up,” I hissed as his grin grew increasingly more triumphant. “Shut. Up.”

But when I looked up at Jackson again, I found him watching me with less arrogance and more uncertainty clouding his expression. “What?” I asked. He hesitated for a beat. “You’re a fan of the show, correct?” “Yes. Sure.” The show. Daniel’s generously tattooed biceps and chin dimple. Same dif. “Shall we go?” His fingers curled around my arm, making me pause midstep. “And you have a picture of that guy on your laptop... because he won. And he’s a famous sushi chef... and you like sushi. That’s all.”

LMAOOOOO HE ABOUT TO BE JEALOUS

And oh. My. Fucking. God. He looked up at the same time I did and smiled at me. It was glorious. Heart-throbbingly glorious. I beamed back, waving at him⁠— “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.

I felt flushed, my heart was racing again, and before I even knew what I was doing, my shoulder pressed to Jackson’s broad chest, leaning into him for support. He stiffened when it happened, but as soon as I went to correct my posture, his hand slipped to my waist and pulled me against him.

Third of all, his eyes were, um, even more striking up close. They were at least five different shades of winter blue, cutting over one another like thin shards of ice fighting for dominance⁠— I’m sorry, but what the actual fuck are you talking about? Shards of ice? Fighting for dominance? Are you okay?

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“I’ll give you a hint,” Jackson murmured darkly. His pupils ate away at the surrounding color as he leaned to whisper in my ear. “I don’t share, Jamie.” The sparks had infiltrated my brain. I couldn’t think. “I’m a selfish, selfish man.” His nose accidentally brushed the shell of my ear and I jolted.

“If I didn’t know any better, I’d think you wanted to go on a date with me.” “Nonsense.”

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“Jackson,” I warned. “Yes, friend?” I had to swallow back a laugh. “I’m going to murder you if you don’t stop.” He grinned. “Ah, yes, a friendly jest between two pals. I’ve seen this on television.”

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“Go away,” he grumbled unhappily, even though I was pretty sure the sisters were long gone by now. “We’re busy.” He sounded very growly and a little drunk.

“How was that?” “Perfect,” he said. “I may never experience another erection ever again.” I burst into a laugh. “You’ve likely rendered me well and truly flaccid for the rest of my sexless days, Miss Paquin. Well done.”

“If you’d like, I can also let them know that you’re not interested. That this attraction is strictly one-sided.” He waited for a beat before adding, “Would that be an accurate assessment?”

Love his business talk 🫦

I love love, Jackson. So much so that I’ve made it my whole career. If I ever get married, it’ll be because I love that person enough to want to share my life with them. That’s it.”

“Because you’ve managed to awaken something rather odd in me. The more you turn down my money, the more… inclined I become to want to spend it on you.”

“People rejecting your money is a kink for you?” “No, Jamie, you rejecting my money is a kink for me.”

Jackson Sinclair guided my hand forward and pressed it to his chest. Over his heart. Over his rapidly beating heart. “Now feel what happens when I do this.” Without warning, he leaned in and brushed a kiss over my cheek. My body went up in flames. His pulse jumped under my palm. “You feel that?” His hot breath grazed my skin, making me shiver. “It likes you.”

“Tell me some more about how you don’t want my money, so I can tell you exactly how spoiled you’d be as my wife.” He placed a searing kiss on my neck, then nipped at the spot with his teeth. “You wouldn’t have a choice. I’d put it in our marriage contract. You wouldn’t be allowed to say no to me buying you things.”

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“Spread your legs a little wider for me, Jamie. I’d like to tease you properly.”

I told you I don’t share, Jamie. You’re for my eyes only.

Jackson squeezed himself over his pants, his gaze heavy, chest rising and falling with effort. Like he was just as affected by all this as I was. It was quite possibly the hottest thing I’d ever witnessed.

And she still doesn’t wanna marry him girl

Shall we discuss just how spoiled you’d be as my wife? How I’d buy you diamonds just so I could fuck you in them?”

In my professional opinion, he’s more likely to thrive in a relationship where the quiet nurturing side of him is recognized and appreciated, but not taken advantage of.”

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He’d shatter her heart and step all over it, and she’d have no one to blame but herself. Because he’d told her exactly who he was and exactly what he wanted, and when people did that, you were supposed to listen. You couldn’t force someone to change for you. I wasn’t a fool.

In fact, if my presence continues to be a distraction to Jackson at the office, we can also cut back on the work shadowing a week early, and I should be able to move out by⁠—” “No.” I looked at him then. His tone demanded it. “Pardon?” Minerva said. Jackson held my gaze, eyes narrowing. “No. I want the coaching, the shadowing, and all of the handholding I was threatened with when this whole nightmare started. You’re not moving out until the agreed-upon thirty days are over.”

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“Where oh where could it be, the elusive little clitoris?” Oh my god. He was going to tease me until I cried. “I hate you,” I panted. Begging would be futile. I could see it in his vicious, heartless eyes. “You drew the picture but never bothered to show me where it was.”

“And you’re incredibly fun to tease, anyone ever tell you that?” There was a beat of silence, both our brains a little too slow to process what he’d just asked. It hit him first. He pulled back. “Scratch that.” But it was too late. My evil brain had formed its evil plan, and the evil words were already tumbling out of my evil mouth. “Yes. I’ve been told that so many times by sooo many very attractive men thamphnmnn.”

“The sins I would commit if I could have a full year of this?”

“Every single one of my kinks—all the ones we’ve talked about—are exclusive to you. I don’t want to do any of this with anyone else; never have. Why is that, Jamie? What the fuck did you do to me?”

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Hope was such a viciously miserable thing sometimes.

“What the hell?” he said again. “Your hands smell like fish.” “Have you been crying?” His thumb brushed my cheek, wiping away a phantom tear. I swallowed. “Remember what I said about affection?” “Why were you crying, Jamie?” “It’s not a big deal.” “Did something happen?” “People cry for no reason all the time.” “That’s bullshit. Tell me what’s wrong.” “You’re being real dramatic about literally nothing and your hands still smell like fish.” His thumbs brushed over my cheeks again. Quietly, gently, he said, “Tell me what it is so I can fix it.”

“Stop it,” he demanded at one point, sounding like he was in genuine pain. Unfortunately for him, it wasn’t a switch I could just turn off. When I didn’t obey, he wrapped me in his arms, lifted me up, and gingerly placed me on the counter. Then, because the man was dead set on ruining my life, he cupped my face again and started to kiss away my tears as they fell.

“I bet Daffodil always smells like fish. Occupational hazard. Is that really what you want to be coming home to every day?” I huffed a laugh as I wiped away at my cheeks, grateful for the change to a lighter topic. “Worth it if Daniel makes me sushi all the time.”

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“I can make you sushi all the time.” “You just said you don’t enjoy cooking.” “Hate it. It’s a complete waste of time.” He tossed the towel he’d used to dry his hands and wedged himself between my dangling knees again. “But if it made you happy, I’d do it.”

I was fighting a losing battle, and it was only a matter of time before I ripped my heart straight out of my own chest and voluntarily presented it to him, knowing he’d crush it.

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

“You are about as loveable as it gets, Jackson Sinclair. You’re perfect exactly as you are right now, in this moment.

“I’ve been wanting to do that all fucking day,” he murmured, pressing his hips tighter against mine. I bit back a moan at the rock-hard feel of him, my core clenching around nothing. “All fucking day, Jamie. While you’ve been stealing glances at the clock, counting down the minutes until your date, all I’ve been able to think about is this.”

The second they reopened, Jackson stormed back inside, cupped my face, and kissed me until my toes curled, my knees wobbled, and my head spun. “It’s not him,” he whispered against my lips. “It’s not him. Come back to me, Jamie.”