The Virgin Rule Book (Rules of Love 1) Lauren Blakely (fastest ebook reader .TXT) š
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āThatās crazy. What kind of man is intimidated by a successful woman?ā
āLet me share a few gems.ā I count off on my fingers. āOne, a well-known hedge fund owner said thanks but no thanks to a second date because he prefers to have the biggest wallet in the room. Two, a land developer said he had no interest in seeing me again as long as my title remained CEO. Three, a personal injury attorney, who has a gazillion dollars because he sues everyone and wins, said one date with me was enough to remind him he wants to wear the pants in his house. And this after I wore a skirt on our date too. My cute red pencil skirt with white polka dots. It was fashionable and adorable.ā
Her nose crinkles. āAnd he didnāt deserve it. Any man meeting you while youāre wearing that should thank the goddesses of luck for even giving him a shot at a brilliant, bold babe.ā
āThree Bs? Whoa.ā
She gives an approving nod. āYouāre B cubed, and some man someday will recognize your exponential awesomeness. Then you can bestow upon him your red-and-white polka dots and heāll fall to his knees in gratitude.ā
I crack up at the image she paints. But soon my laughter fades and my shoulders slump again. āMaybe someday.ā
Iām back to latent frustration, topped with a dollop of where-did-I-go-wrong. Samanthaās note was like a shot of un-confidence. āAnd look, I know this is a mega first world problem. Donāt cry for me, Argentina, and all that. But it seems men donāt want to date a woman who makes more than they do, or who is used to ordering men around. I have fifty-three guys on my active roster, but sheesh, itās not like Iām a dominatrix.ā I screw up the corner of my lips in a rueful half smile. āAt least, I donāt think so. You probably need to have sex to be a dominatrix. But even so, Iām pretty sure Iām not.ā
āNothing wrong with it if you are,ā Scarlett says. āBut I donāt think youāre one either.ā
āExactly. Iām a virgin.ā Itās not a secret with Scarlett. This isnāt my woe-is-my-lonely-hymen speech. My friend knows me, knows why Iāve waited. My virginity isnāt an albatross, simply a choice that I made. āBut I wasnāt using a matchmaker to ditch my V card. I was using one because I wanted some companionship. But alas, Iāll be heading to the West Coast virginity intact, and thatās fine.ā
āOf course itās fine. Youāll be ready when youāre ready.ā
Since it seems to be my confessional hour, I sweep my hand out to indicate the scarves in the bedroom and the shoes beyond. āSo thatās why I have all this stuff. I went a little shopping crazy in the last year. Every time I was dateless, every time a date flopped, every time Samantha emailed to say she was āstill working on it,ā I bought shoes. Or scarves. Or sweaters.ā I dip my head, frowning. āIām the worst.ā
Scarlett wraps her arms around me. āYouāre not the worst. But I think youāre particularly stressed out today over everything going onāthe move, your dadās legacy, and your expensive, elite matchmaker being a useless twit.ā
Sheās right. Moving is stressful in itself, but add in my belief that this was my dadās dying wish and my dating woes, and Iām extra twisted and tangled up.
I donāt expect anyone to feel sorry for me. Iām an heiress after all. I have wealth and material riches, and Iām very grateful for that. But I want to do right by my dad.
I want to do right by the fans.
And someday, yes, I want what my parents hadālove, happiness, respect, partnership.
The trouble is, all those desires are slamming together like carnival bumper cars.
And that was before Samanthaās smackdown made me a woman on edge.
Iām uprooting my life from Las Vegas. Not only do I feel itās what my father would have wanted, itās what I want. My fatherās biggest regret was moving the team away from his hometown. He missed the San Francisco fans, and he wanted his wifeāmy momāto be happy. Her entire family is from the Bay Area, so he vowed to return the team there so she could be near her brother and sisters again.
Then, he fell ill so Iām finishing the job for him. The job of bringing the Hawks home. After he died, I wasnāt sure if I was ready to move it back, so I kept the team in Vegas. But when I saw my mom at my brotherās engagement party, everything clicked. And I knew it was time to get out the U-Haul.
I worked my ass off campaigning to move the team, to win approval from the NFL and the city. Plus, it makes business sense. Attendance has been dipping here because Vegas is the land of endless entertaining distractions.
I pulled it off, and now Iām bringing the Hawks to a city where the team is both hated and loved.
But at least I can see my mother, sister, and brother more regularly.
That is, when Iām not working. I have a ton of events already lined up in San Francisco, back-to-back meetings with the city regarding tax breaks, appointments with legal counsel over business operations, and interviews with a slew of candidates for the position of general manager.
Can you say busy?
I want to do my father proud. When he died, he split his businesses down the middle, leaving them to his three kidsāEric runs the private equity firm, Brooke oversees the real estate holdings, and Iāve got the team.
I need to go to San Francisco ready to tackle the job and thatās all. I donāt need sixty-seven
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