Three Blind Dates (Dating by Numbers, #1)

by Meghan Quinn

“Oh Christ, I think I’m starting to climax just thinking about that. He made out with you on his bike? That’s so hot.”

“And he almost sucked on my breasts. I mean, he kissed the top of them and gently thr...

Sassy, Retired before being able to experience being slowly peeled off your body by me? Is there any way we can remedy that? Your rebel P.S. Bruce Willis? It’s the leather jacket and motorcycle, isn’t it?

Rebel, Like I said, the dress has been retired, but I’m sure the black lingerie that accompanied the dress last night wouldn’t mind being peeled off. Sassy P.S. It’s the accumulation of the jacket, the bike, the alpha, the demeanor . . . everything.

Sassy, Consider it peeled . . . by my teeth. Your rebel P.S. Just admit it, you’re attracted to me.

Rebel, I’m about to go on air, turned on . . . by you. I think you owe me something for the torture I’m about to go through. Sassy P.S. Yes. I’m attracted to you. Now you admit it, you want me.

Sassy, It’s cute how you think you make the rules between us. I think it’s best that you know early on, I’m the one who takes charge. The only thing I owe you is my tongue in your mouth and a whole lot of my hands on your tits. Your rebel P.S. I want you . . . fucking bad.

Being single is fun . . . for a little bit. But I’ve realized that there comes a time in a person’s life when they just want to be able to have a partner in crime, someone you come home to every night, and wake up with every morning. Someone who cheers during your triumphs and carries you when you fall.

But what I really want, what I truly, desperately want is romance. I want to hold my husband’s hand in a movie or when we walk to the store. I want to yell at him one minute over something stupid, then be making passionate love the next, simply because we can’t stay mad at each other. I want to be cherished, for someone to call me his own. And I want to give myself to that someone for as long as we both shall live. I want to be in love.

Sassy, Thong, granny panty, G-string, or boy cut? Inquiring minds want to know. Your rebel

Rebel, Isn’t it a little presumptuous of you to be asking such personal questions about my undergarments? Sassy

Sassy, No. Answer the question. Your rebel

Rebel, Well, when you put it that way, thong. Grannies when I feel like it. I don’t own any boy-cut underwear, and the G-string? That’s for special occasions. Sassy P.S. What about you? What kind of underwear do you wear?

Sassy, Our next date better be considered a special occasion where your underwear is concerned. Your rebel P.S. What’s underwear?

Rebel, I guess you’re just going to have to wait and see what’s considered a special occasion where my underwear is concerned, aren’t you? Sassy P.S. Are you telling me you go commando?

Sassy, That’s exactly what I’m saying. See you Friday, G-string and all. Rebel

“Ohhh nooo, Bobby Michael, you’re three stars at best.”

I close my app and say,

“That’ll teach him, give ...

“Talking to yours...

Startled, I fumble with my phone and drop it on the pavement in front of me. When I go to pick it up, a perfectly polished wingtip shoe is in front of me. Looking up, I come face to face with those deep chocolate ...

“H...

He hands me my phone and helps me to a standing position by lift...

Stammering, showing zero sophistication, I snag my phone and s...

“Thanks. Excu...

I try to walk past him but once again, he ...

“It’s good to see you...

It’s good to ...

IT’S GOOD TO ...

Jack, The Suit, the man who told me rather ineloquently at the beginning of our second date that he wanted nothing to do with me is now telling me that it’s “good to see me”? He must have sniffed some of his shoe polish this evening. But not wanting to come off as a bitter wench, because let’s be honest, we only we...

“Nice to see you to...

Trying to get a move on again, I attempt to walk away but his grip st...

“Where are you going? Can I e...

First of all, who says escort these days? Second of all, NO, YOU CAN’T ESCORT ME. Why on earth would he think it would be okay to “escort” me? Does he not remember the beach? Does he not remember the way he so easily discarded me? Does he not have any clu...

Looks like he forgot and might need a little remind...

Extracting my elbow from his firm grip, I turn so I’m facing him directly, a position as a businessm...

“Jack, it is lovely to see you, but as I hope you can remember, you made it quite clear you want nothing to do with me given my ‘loud mouth.’ So I’ll say thank y...

“I never said you had a l...

His shoulders are set back, his position stoic—unapologetic—seeing him, his broad chest and dark eyes captivate me, I still want to drive my foot between his legs. That’ll teach him a lesson. It’s not like I’ll nee...

“Well whatever you said, you made it clear you didn’t want to have anything to do with me. So, i...

“Where are you...

He pulls on the sleeves of his button-up shirt under his unbl...

Caught off guard from his abrupt question, I t...

“I don’t think that’s any of your bu...

“Didn’t say it was. I was just wondering why you’re dressed like that, walking along these...

I scan my outfit. I’m wearing black heels, black high-waisted trouser pants, and a long-sleeved, lace-covered, black crop top. I think I look rather stunning, especially with my hair curled and pi...

“What’s wrong with my...

“Noth...

His heated gaze scans my body, searing me with every inch he consumes. How is that possib...

Feeling exposed, I tilt my chin up and decide to deliver a blow I’m hoping will get M...