The Billionaire's Mistaken Match ( A BWWM Romance) Read Free Page B

Paloma’s eyes, clearly irked by the question. “Who the hell eats eggs the day after a binge? Ugh, just the thought of that makes me want to hork all over.”
    “Maybe you should step away from the stove, then.” Kit smiled and then went back into full concentration mode. Paloma decided to use her time wisely and sat down at the computer to scour the job boards and check her emails in hopes of a lead. When she opened the computer, the ad for the matchmakers was still on there. “Kit? Do you think I should look into this matchmaker thing? I could make a profile and just see, right?”
    From the stove, Kit scoffed. “What good would come of that?”
    “I don’t know. I could meet a man; maybe have someone to take care of me? Who knows right? I’m mean…” she trailed off, trying to remember the advice Ronnie had given her the night before. “What I’m doing isn’t working so maybe I should take a chance and step out of my comfort zone.”
    Kit whipped around and faced Paloma. “You do not need a man to take care of you. You are an independent, capable woman. Why would you give that up?”
    “You don’t want a man in your life?”
    “I have plenty of men in my life. I get them as I need them. I rely on myself for the things that I have, not some jock-strap.” Kit was clearly unhappy with Paloma, but part of that could be the hangover talking.
    Kit tossed the last of the bacon onto a plate and carried the heaping pile of pigskins over to the table. She dug in, eyes on Paloma over the top of the computer screen. “Have some bacon,” she muttered, pushing the plate over to the other side of the table.
    Paloma reached out and snagged a greasy strip. “But, I mean, what could it hurt? You never know if you don’t try, right?” Kit gave her the evil eye over the back of the laptop. “Look, all I’m saying is I should step out of my comfort zone and try something I haven’t tried yet. Worst case scenario, I’m able to market myself and put my ear to the ground for work, best case, I marry a billionaire,” she finished with a laugh. “Come on, Kit. It could be fun to be wooed and courted by the best and the brightest.”
    Kit grabbed another slice of bacon and stood from the table. “I can’t think until I shower. Don’t do anything rash until I’m human again.” She stalked off to her room and the bathroom attached to it.
    Paloma watched her go, then pulled the plate of bacon over next to her and dug in. She looked back at the advert for the site and clicked it. The page it brought her to was well appointed and didn’t look like every other hokey old dating site. It seemed to cater to the more successful clientele, and she wasn’t sure her homelessness really qualified.
    She scanned a few of the profiles and liked what she saw. Everyone on there looked at least respectable, even if maybe a little snooty. Paloma smiled at the thought of these business men taking her out and wining and dining her. When Kit returned, she was still clicking through the different profiles and reading about some of the people on there. 
    “You really plan on doing this?” Kit asked, running a towel over her wet hair.
    “Why not?”
    “Girl, I have a whole list of reasons why not, but my bet is that you don’t want to hear them.” With a sigh, Kit sat beside Paloma. “If you think this will help you get out of whatever funk you are in, let’s do it.”
    Paloma smiled at Kit and leaned her head on Kit’s shoulder. “Thanks, Kit.”
    “Yeah, yeah. Early feminists everywhere are rolling over in their graves, but sure, let’s find you a hot date.”
    They clicked on the join now button and looked at what they were expected to divulge to the site. It was all pretty straight forward, but they decided to put it off until the evening when they were both feeling a little more earthbound.
    “I think I need a nap,” Paloma said, yawning.
    “A nap, you just got up!”
    “Yeah, but I’m not really feeling it. It’s