Okay, time for a reality check. I’m 36 and my career is exactly where I want it to be. My personal life? Not so much. I have had less than seven, but more than five, second dates in the last three years. Even fewer third dates. Time to outsource. SMS Connect is DC’s hottest matchmaking service and I’m hoping it lives up to the hype. So far so good. My match, DCFox, is incredible.
The problem is, DCFox is only available via text for twelve weeks. SMS Connect rules, not mine. So while I wait to meet him I’ve gotten myself into a no-strings-attached, bedroom arrangement with Austin Thorne, the man who stands for everything I’m against. But desperate times call for desperate measures.
With a week to go before the presidential election, my body isn’t ready to quit Austin Thorne but my heart is all in with DCFox. What if my physical connection with DCFox leaves something to be desired? What if Austin isn’t the silver-spoon-fed baby billionaire I thought he was?
