Lazer Focused: A Jet City Billionaire Romance (The Billionaire Matchmaker Series Book 1) Read Free Page B

hometown stud. That was so… so modest of him. And hot.
    I liked a man who wasn't so full of himself he couldn't see past his own ego. It had been a long time since I'd been in the presence of such an animal. I would have thought I had a unicorn on my hands. If not for those other delightful men at the distillery.
    In New York, the other men sneer at a guy pairing off so early in the evening, not waiting to see if something better came along. If even half of Seattle men were anything like Lazer, and I sensed they were, the rumors and data about Seattle were true.
    My pulse raced at the thought of getting out of this slump and taking Harte Mates to the next level. My Sweethartes, as I lovingly referred to my clients, could use some fresh choices. I'd taken such a public beating lately. It wasn't my fault desirable men were in short supply. I was having trouble in both arenas—attracting new male Sweethartes and finding desirable men for my database of possible matches for my female Sweethartes.
    Inconveniently, in Lazer's presence, my pulse raced atrociously. As we were seated at the prime table with the best view in the house at what was obviously a pricey and exclusive restaurant, I could have died of happiness. In my wildest dreams, I would never have pictured being the dinner guest of a billionaire. Particularly this billionaire. He was like my fantasy quarry. If I could get him on my roster and make him a match…
    Or into bed—
    Wait! What was I thinking? No. Either were too far out of the realm of possibility. Just enjoy the moment , I told myself. Showing up on the arm of Lazer Grayson, Seattle's hottest, most eligible bachelor? Dizzying.
    In New York, it was fantasy enough to be one of the lucky few women picked to go home with a straight guy at the end of any given Friday evening. Period.
    The waiter handed us menus.
    "It smells delicious. What's the absolute best dish on the menu? What do you recommend?" I asked as I opened mine and pried my gaze away from him.
    His chiseled good looks, combined with his personal charisma, made it impossible to focus on the menu and not sneak another peek at him. Looking at him was like eating potato chips—just one more, please.
    You can tell a lot about a man by how he handles a social situation like dinner. Is he confident? Will he make a decision? Defer? Reflect the question back at his companion? Bully his date into his choice of selection?
    "Everything." Lazer's grin was the perfect combination of hot and sweet. The sensual tone of his voice made my toes curl. It had just the right tenor and held the perfect amount of amusement and charm. Not to mention, it was deep and sexy without veering into radio announcer territory. "There's not a bad pick on the menu."
    He had an attentive way of looking at me that made me feel like he was completely fascinated with me. Tuned into me in a way no other man had. I was sure it was a practiced art and he looked at every woman that way. When it suited him.
    I tried not to make too much of it. My mind was already running with possible brides for him. Any of my ladies would be completely swept away by him. Despite the dire shortage of successful, college-educated men in New York, I was extremely selective about which men I set my female clients up with. But Lazer would have to tame his player's ways and want to settle down before I could make any matches for him. Still, I'd seen it happen many times. Once a man decided it was time for a wife, he could commit if he wanted to.
    "We have a saying here in Seattle—what's for salmon tonight?" Lazer grinned. Even his grin was seductive. "They make it just about any way you want here. If you're not into salmon, or have had your fill, then the crab cakes, definitely."
    The waiter had been waiting patiently while we chatted. "May I start you on some drinks?"
    Lazer deferred to me. "How about a bottle of wine?"
    I nodded. "That sounds lovely."
    "Mind if I take the liberty?"
    "Please do."
    "Red or