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So when this new profile for Laura appeared, he peered at the description and leaned back in his chair, taking a deep breath Cute But not too cute A little sassy He liked sassy He ran a hand through his thick, wavy hair Tiet a haircut, dude You look like a survivalist And sht as he studied her picture and caught a whiff of hied on his online fitness prograirl A little plureen sweater accentuating her breasts Her jaw line seeentle all at once, and what appeared to be naturally-blonde hair ept up off her face in a pony tail His irl" and those lips – lush and grinning a half smile that seemed to say "Kiss me, Dylan"

Smart, too A business analyst? Sounded suitably bland and yet signaled she was s other than Kim Kardashian or Fifty Shades of Grey (really – why? Why had every date for the past two e

So he continued reading:

"Luscious, curvy Business Analyst seeks friendship and more Financially independent and self-assured, I’m a fit wo conversation…er, yeah Conversation Messagefierce and hot inside him came to life From that description it sounded like she…seriously? No way

"Mike! Hey, Mike! Get in here!" If there were a chance – any chance at all, here, then he had to act fast Soes from needy weirdos

And he needed to be the first

His roommate wandered in Where Dylan was all muscle and brawn, Mike Pine was tall and sleek, a , lean tissue Dylan’s dark, Italian, thick looks olden boy, with blonde hair and blue eyes, the long distance runner with a soft heart, the guy women turned to and poured their hearts out, Mr Sensitive to Dylan’s Mr Conquest

Dylan tapped the screen "Take a look at her" He sly as Mike’s eyes raced across the screen They’d been waiting for a long ti he needed to know Score! It ht finally be time

"Do you really think that’s so up for a threesome?" Mike asked, eyebrows arched "I don’t know, Dyl…I think it’s just so You kno nervous and weird people can be when they try to distill their entire life into a few sentences"

Dylan chewed on the inside of his cheek Bad habit "Good point Well, even if she isn’t into a nice ement, she is one fine woman" A lohistle escaped from his lips "I have a project onat the screen, eyes lingering "You are going to have a lot of coive a fuck May the best rinned, his fresh-faced boy-next-door lookinto a Wall Street trader’s predatory smile that made Dylan suddenly uncomfortable for no reason he could pinpoint "Yeah I hope he does"

Ding! The little chat box on the online dating site lit up like a Christaped at the screen You have got to be kidding e from "9inluvr":

Hey, babe I live in the city and so do you, so let’s hook up for some FWB action

She snorted Oh, sure Just like that Yer a catch, Bud A real rouy named Dylan Before she read the chat she looked at his profile

Well hellooooo there, Mr Firefighter A thin line of drool formed at the corner of her mouth, an instant response to the picture before her It was a professional picture, the guy wearing no shirt, a fireman’s hat perched at a jaunty tilt Like a stripper’s picture in a firefighter’s role Oh, God I can’t date a stripper, she thought He’d have nicer g-strings than hter The picture, he explained in his profile, came from a charity bachelor auction he was in Bachelor auction? How ured it had to be a solid four figures Hell, she was ready to euy

On a whihter" and her drool increased so much she would soon need a bucket

Oh, holy hell The ie search showed the sahter’s pants, boots, a fireman’s hat and suspenders, perched on the floor of a fire station right next to the pole He was leaning on one elbow and had srin Whoever set up that photograph needed to be recruited for her co department because damn – she was ready to use up every available dollar on her credit cards to get a night with him

Maybe she could save a bunch of money and just set herself on fire Or her car It probably wasn’t worth much, but if she found out his schedule and whether he’d be the one responding…

And he was pinging her on the dating site? She dropped her coffee and scrambled to write back in the chat room

"Hi," she said, all inspiration and creativity vanishing as the heat fors apparently melted her brain

Hi I’m Dylan Nice to "meet" you :)

Think, Laura Think Man, where was Josie? Of all the tio to work She needed help figuring out so witty to say

Hi I’m Laura Nice to "meet" you, too!