the envelope, unfolded it and groaned as she read step three.
“What is it?”
She tucked it into her back pocket. “Nothing that can’t wait.”
“Are you still breaking up with me?”
She sighed. “I wasn’t dumping you. I was saying we should put some distance between us. Date more. Make our interactions more appropriate .”
“Same thing.”
“You can’t seriously want to help me with this program.”
“Let prove I’m not the evil influence Lance made you believe I am. Let me prove you can have a healthy dating life without changing our friendship.”
“And you’re going to do that by helping to turn me into a sex goddess?”
“Why not?”
***
Tall, blonde, and stacked, the woman strode into Mark Hawk’s office like she was ready to give orders. The look in her eyes said she’d knock over anyone who wasn’t interested in taking them.
A smile curved Mark’s lips. He wouldn’t mind taking orders from this tall drink of water.
“Can I help you?” he asked, tossing aside a memo to stand and offer a hand.
Ignoring his hand, she pushed her oversized sunglasses onto her head and studied him. “You’re the man they call The Hawk?”
“The one and only.”
“I’m Halie McCormick, Sex Goddess, Inc.”
This morning just got better and better. “Pleasure to meet you. I’ve heard a lot about your work.” He grinned. “I approve.”
Miss Sex Goddess, Inc. narrowed her eyes. “And what do you think you know about my work, Mr. Hawk?”
Nothing about this woman said, “naïve,” so Mark imagined she was well aware that, on air, he referred to her Sex Goddess Bootcamp as “Slut Camp.” Nothing about this woman said “laid back” either, so he also imagined she didn’t appreciate the nickname, even if he did say it with utmost respect.
“I know I like the results,” he said.
He got a smile for that.
He liked her smile. It took some of the hard lines from her face, made her look softer for a moment. When the smile fell away, she was all business and hard angles again.
“To what do I owe the pleasure?” he asked.
Halie smoothed the back of her skirt and took a seat across from him. She met his gaze before she spoke. “You’re a man who appreciates beautiful women. Is my assessment correct?”
Mark shifted in his chair, feeling a bit like an animal being backed into a corner. “It’s not a secret.”
Halie gave a sharp nod. “And what makes a woman beautiful? What makes her sexy?”
If he were on his show, he’d say “big tits and a tight ass.” Hell, maybe he’d say that if he was out with the guys, but he knew as well as any other hot-blooded male that a woman needed neither to be sexy as hell. “Confidence,” he answered, meaning it.
Another sharp nod. “I’m in the confidence business. I instill it in my clients.”
“You make them believe they’re sexy, and then they are.” It was brilliant, really.
She didn’t answer, only pulled a picture from her purse. “You used to work with Reese,” she said, handing it to him.
In the picture, Reese looked like her typical self. Self-conscious smile, oversized clothes, diminutive posture. Damn, she was cute. Nothing like the women he dated. Everything like the women he preferred. He was so damn sick of living a fake life. “Yes.”
“She’s recently enrolled in my program.”
Mark raised a brow. “No kidding?” For some reason, he instantly thought of his brother. What did Ben think of Reese being a pupil of the famed Sex Goddess, Inc.?
“I want you to ask her out.”
Mark’s head shot up, but Halie didn’t look like she was joking. “Excuse me?”
“Reese. I want you to flirt with her, woo her, and ask her out. I want you to play a part in her transformation.”
“Yeah, I don’t think—”
She put her hand up, stopping him. “She’s not sexy, right?”
That wasn’t the problem. Not by a long shot. Mark’s eyes dropped to the picture, thinking of the way Reese blushed when he
“What is it?”
She tucked it into her back pocket. “Nothing that can’t wait.”
“Are you still breaking up with me?”
She sighed. “I wasn’t dumping you. I was saying we should put some distance between us. Date more. Make our interactions more appropriate .”
“Same thing.”
“You can’t seriously want to help me with this program.”
“Let prove I’m not the evil influence Lance made you believe I am. Let me prove you can have a healthy dating life without changing our friendship.”
“And you’re going to do that by helping to turn me into a sex goddess?”
“Why not?”
***
Tall, blonde, and stacked, the woman strode into Mark Hawk’s office like she was ready to give orders. The look in her eyes said she’d knock over anyone who wasn’t interested in taking them.
A smile curved Mark’s lips. He wouldn’t mind taking orders from this tall drink of water.
“Can I help you?” he asked, tossing aside a memo to stand and offer a hand.
Ignoring his hand, she pushed her oversized sunglasses onto her head and studied him. “You’re the man they call The Hawk?”
“The one and only.”
“I’m Halie McCormick, Sex Goddess, Inc.”
This morning just got better and better. “Pleasure to meet you. I’ve heard a lot about your work.” He grinned. “I approve.”
Miss Sex Goddess, Inc. narrowed her eyes. “And what do you think you know about my work, Mr. Hawk?”
Nothing about this woman said, “naïve,” so Mark imagined she was well aware that, on air, he referred to her Sex Goddess Bootcamp as “Slut Camp.” Nothing about this woman said “laid back” either, so he also imagined she didn’t appreciate the nickname, even if he did say it with utmost respect.
“I know I like the results,” he said.
He got a smile for that.
He liked her smile. It took some of the hard lines from her face, made her look softer for a moment. When the smile fell away, she was all business and hard angles again.
“To what do I owe the pleasure?” he asked.
Halie smoothed the back of her skirt and took a seat across from him. She met his gaze before she spoke. “You’re a man who appreciates beautiful women. Is my assessment correct?”
Mark shifted in his chair, feeling a bit like an animal being backed into a corner. “It’s not a secret.”
Halie gave a sharp nod. “And what makes a woman beautiful? What makes her sexy?”
If he were on his show, he’d say “big tits and a tight ass.” Hell, maybe he’d say that if he was out with the guys, but he knew as well as any other hot-blooded male that a woman needed neither to be sexy as hell. “Confidence,” he answered, meaning it.
Another sharp nod. “I’m in the confidence business. I instill it in my clients.”
“You make them believe they’re sexy, and then they are.” It was brilliant, really.
She didn’t answer, only pulled a picture from her purse. “You used to work with Reese,” she said, handing it to him.
In the picture, Reese looked like her typical self. Self-conscious smile, oversized clothes, diminutive posture. Damn, she was cute. Nothing like the women he dated. Everything like the women he preferred. He was so damn sick of living a fake life. “Yes.”
“She’s recently enrolled in my program.”
Mark raised a brow. “No kidding?” For some reason, he instantly thought of his brother. What did Ben think of Reese being a pupil of the famed Sex Goddess, Inc.?
“I want you to ask her out.”
Mark’s head shot up, but Halie didn’t look like she was joking. “Excuse me?”
“Reese. I want you to flirt with her, woo her, and ask her out. I want you to play a part in her transformation.”
“Yeah, I don’t think—”
She put her hand up, stopping him. “She’s not sexy, right?”
That wasn’t the problem. Not by a long shot. Mark’s eyes dropped to the picture, thinking of the way Reese blushed when he
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