Page 60 of Getting Down to Business

“Yeah. You’re good. In the right circumstances, I’d be attracted to you.”

“Really?” It wasn’t a hint for more praise; he seemed truly shocked.

“I’ve told you a million times, you’re good.” Gray waved at him. “Your ex-wife really did a number on your self-esteem.”

“I didn’t get hot girls before my wife either.”

“Your wife was hot. I saw a picture of her with Lucy.”

“She was the only hot woman who ever wanted to be with me. That’s why I married her.”

Alyssa laughed at his expression, but she could tell there was a slight truth to his statement.

“You’re cute. You have nice eyes and the dimples are sexy.”

“I have dimples too,” Grayson pointed out.

“We’ll deal with your insecurities later. I have my hands full with Doug’s right now.”

Doug turned and pointed toward the bar.

“See the hot girl behind the bar?”

“Yeah.”

“Do you think we’re well matched? Do you think I’d have a shot with her?” He was only looking at Alyssa as Grayson choked on his beer.

“You want to shoot for Chanda?”

“I’m asking Liss if she thinks I have a shot.”

The petite bartender had the words Wild Thing stamped on her forehead. Doug looked very corporate boardroom in his button-down and khakis.

“Yes,” she answered confidently.

“Yes?” Gray and Doug said at the same time with equal looks of disbelief.

“If you smile and talk to her like you talk to us, without all the schmoozy pick-up lines and crap, you would have a good chance.”

“Wow.” Doug looked completely perplexed for a moment, and then he laughed. “So that’s how I did it.”

“Did what?” Gray asked.

“I’m dating her. Like for real. We’re together. The first time, I figured she didn’t have anything better to do, but it’s been a few weeks now. She’s met Lucy. I’m really into her, and she seems to be into me. I just couldn’t figure out why.”

Alyssa laughed at the look on his face.

He pulled out his phone to text something. A few seconds later, Chanda pulled the phone from her back pocket. Alyssa could tell by the smile on the woman’s face that she was totally into the sender.

She looked up, ducking to the side to see them, and then waved and blew a kiss.

“Holy shit.” Grayson sat back against the booth.

“See? I told you.” Doug ran a hand over his hair. “I’m worried I’m going to mess it up.”

“So don’t mess it up,” Alyssa offered.

“I think I’m in love with her. I have to keep biting my tongue so I don’t blurt it out.”