that didn't come up in standard compatibility testing. It told Chase at least part of why Mark hadn't come up with any other matches in the system. Ms. Law had an IQ of 130, which meant that only 2 percent of the population could meet her special request.
He read the note a second time and entertained himself briefly by calculating the odds that she'd find a compatible man anywhere outside this agency. A man who fit her other personality profile requirements for basic compatibility, shared interests and tastes, and equal or greater intelligence, who had a desire to experiment with dominating sex. The odds were astronomical.
Chase knew he was going to regret it, but he flipped over the page and looked at the photocopied image of her face.
It was her eyes that caught him: hazel, gold-flecked, and direct, with a hint of humor as well as the intelligence he'd expected. Her eyes were set off by a very nice face, with what his mother would call good bone structure. Blond hair worn in a sleek bob, not old-fashioned but not riding the edge of any fashion trends. Which Chase supposed made sense in her line of work.
She looked polished and professional, but not unapproachable. Direct, not the type to waste time or words. She'd probably be impatient with the games most people played in the dating scene.
Judging by her personality profile and her appearance, she'd appreciate being told the straight truth about her lackof a match, and the sooner the better. She really was a lot like him, Chase noted, abandoning the photo to read her results again. If he'd decided to sign up for a fantasy date, the sooner he knew he was following a dead end, the sooner he could begin to plan an alternative to reach his objective.
He leaned back in his chair and thought about Rachel Law planning an alternative course. Might she experiment with one of those BDSM lifestyle clubs? Those attracted some pretty fringe characters. A woman who was new to playing around could find herself in a bad situation with a stranger who might not be trustworthy.
The idea bothered Chase. A lot. So, Mark would win. He'd deliver the news to her personally that the Capture Agency couldn't match her, warn her about taking risks outside of the agency's safety measures, hope she met some nice man with a high IQ who could surprise her as she'd requested.
Chase had an IQ of 140. He could surprise her.
The thought was unwelcome, and Chase squelched it. He was a match, no question. And he could surprise her, but that didn't mean he should break his policy of not mixing business and his personal life. There were lots of good reasons for that policy. Reasons that included ethical considerations and a priority list that didn't allow time for a relationship.
Ms. Rachel Law had gotten along fine without the services of the Capture Agency until now, and she'd manage without them in the future. Unless she elected to stay in the system until another match came up. That was an option, and he'd be sure to point it out to her. Then he could tell Mark he'd done his best to save the sale.
Although Chase knew Mark's real goal wasn't to keepthe client. Evidently Mark was worried about his personal life. That worried Chase, because Mark was nothing if not persistent.
As if to confirm that realization, his intercom beeped and Mark's voice came over it. "She's waiting in Conference Room B."
Chase blew out a breath but otherwise didn't answer. He might have known Mark would keep her there, using her presence to push him into talking to her.
The office suite included several small conference rooms that could be used for first client meetings. The agency recommended that each matched pair of clients meet for the first time in a neutral public setting to preserve their privacy and give them a chance to decide whether they wanted to pursue a real date. Conference rooms could be scheduled for that purpose, or they could choose to meet for coffee if they preferred to size each other
He read the note a second time and entertained himself briefly by calculating the odds that she'd find a compatible man anywhere outside this agency. A man who fit her other personality profile requirements for basic compatibility, shared interests and tastes, and equal or greater intelligence, who had a desire to experiment with dominating sex. The odds were astronomical.
Chase knew he was going to regret it, but he flipped over the page and looked at the photocopied image of her face.
It was her eyes that caught him: hazel, gold-flecked, and direct, with a hint of humor as well as the intelligence he'd expected. Her eyes were set off by a very nice face, with what his mother would call good bone structure. Blond hair worn in a sleek bob, not old-fashioned but not riding the edge of any fashion trends. Which Chase supposed made sense in her line of work.
She looked polished and professional, but not unapproachable. Direct, not the type to waste time or words. She'd probably be impatient with the games most people played in the dating scene.
Judging by her personality profile and her appearance, she'd appreciate being told the straight truth about her lackof a match, and the sooner the better. She really was a lot like him, Chase noted, abandoning the photo to read her results again. If he'd decided to sign up for a fantasy date, the sooner he knew he was following a dead end, the sooner he could begin to plan an alternative to reach his objective.
He leaned back in his chair and thought about Rachel Law planning an alternative course. Might she experiment with one of those BDSM lifestyle clubs? Those attracted some pretty fringe characters. A woman who was new to playing around could find herself in a bad situation with a stranger who might not be trustworthy.
The idea bothered Chase. A lot. So, Mark would win. He'd deliver the news to her personally that the Capture Agency couldn't match her, warn her about taking risks outside of the agency's safety measures, hope she met some nice man with a high IQ who could surprise her as she'd requested.
Chase had an IQ of 140. He could surprise her.
The thought was unwelcome, and Chase squelched it. He was a match, no question. And he could surprise her, but that didn't mean he should break his policy of not mixing business and his personal life. There were lots of good reasons for that policy. Reasons that included ethical considerations and a priority list that didn't allow time for a relationship.
Ms. Rachel Law had gotten along fine without the services of the Capture Agency until now, and she'd manage without them in the future. Unless she elected to stay in the system until another match came up. That was an option, and he'd be sure to point it out to her. Then he could tell Mark he'd done his best to save the sale.
Although Chase knew Mark's real goal wasn't to keepthe client. Evidently Mark was worried about his personal life. That worried Chase, because Mark was nothing if not persistent.
As if to confirm that realization, his intercom beeped and Mark's voice came over it. "She's waiting in Conference Room B."
Chase blew out a breath but otherwise didn't answer. He might have known Mark would keep her there, using her presence to push him into talking to her.
The office suite included several small conference rooms that could be used for first client meetings. The agency recommended that each matched pair of clients meet for the first time in a neutral public setting to preserve their privacy and give them a chance to decide whether they wanted to pursue a real date. Conference rooms could be scheduled for that purpose, or they could choose to meet for coffee if they preferred to size each other
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