Perfect for You

 
Chapter One
     
     
    Graphic designer looking for hot sex.
     
    Freya Godwin shook her head and crossed out the sentence. Too blatant. That may be what she was looking for, but maybe she should be a touch more subtle. She didn't want every freak in San Francisco to respond to her ad.
    Doodling faceless lovers entwined in different passionate embraces, she thought about what she really wanted. Finally she scribbled:
     
    Female web designer seeking inspiration in order to complete a very important project. Bring your muse to share.
     
    Lame. Accurate, sure, but it sounded desperate.
    Who was she kidding? She was totally desperate.
    Her office door slammed open. Flinching, she looked up to find Charles scowling in the threshold.
    Hell. She quickly flipped the notebook shut. If he knew she was spending her valuable time working on a personal ad instead of the Sin City redesign, he'd blow a gasket.
    "What the hell is this ?" He waved sheets of paper in the air.
    Maybe he'd blow a gasket anyway. "I can't see the pages with you flapping them around like that."
    He strode into her office and slammed them on her desk. "Here."
    Freya glanced down and mentally winced. The design was even more white bread than she remembered. She didn't need Charles to tell her that Sin City wasn't shelling out the big bucks for white bread—they were paying for buttery French pastry.
    "Well? What the hell is this crap?"
    It was the last throes of a web designer who hadn't felt an iota of creativity in over a year. But she just shrugged. "They're some initial ideas I had. They're not the final mock ups to show the client."
    "Damn right, they aren't. If they saw this"—he stabbed a blunt finger at the printouts—"they'd run out of the building in horror. This is crap ."
    "Tell me what you really think, Charles."
    Ignoring her, he braced his hands on the desk and leaned forward. "Do you understand what a coup it was for them to choose Evolve to redesign their website and revamp their branding?"
    Yeah, she did. Evolve was well regarded in San Francisco's competitive web design field, but to call Sin City hiring Evolve a coup was understating matters. It was unheard of for a huge corporate entity like Sin City to go outside the biggie web design firms to a boutique shop like Evolve.
    And Sin City was huge. They were Amazon and Facebook combined but for all things sexual. Store, blogs, chats, reviews, live video feeds—you name it. They even had their own publishing branch that put out several magazines in addition to a line of erotica for women. Compared to Sin City, the Playboy empire looked like a business run out of someone's garage.
    "They didn't just choose Evolve, Freya." Charles's blue eyes burned with the zeal he was renowned for among his colleagues. His employees called it The Mania. "They chose you ."
    Because of the site she'd designed for a local sex toy shop two years ago. Back before her creative juices had dried up. "I understand, Charles."
    "I'm not sure you do. If you screw this up, you're out of here."
    Her mouth fell open. It took a couple tries before she could get any words out. "You can't fire me for one bombed design."
    "I'm the boss. I can do whatever the hell I want. Especially if one of my employees blows the biggest opportunity this company has ever had." His eyes sparked with dollar signs. "This is our opportunity to play with the big boys. Maybe even go public. I won't let anyone screw it up."
    "But—"
    "And your work over the past year hasn't been up to your usual standards. I know Marcus bailed you out of the Accordiana job," he said bluntly.
    She cut off her protest. She couldn't deny it—Marcus hadn't just helped her out with the design, he'd taken the crap she'd come up with and turned it into gold.
    "If you can't perform, I can't afford to keep you. Just because you're Evangeline's best friend doesn't mean I'm going to make allowances for you."
    "I can't lose my job." Her stomach lurched at the thought.
    "Then I suggest you produce a design they fall in love with." He snapped his suit coat straight and turned to leave. At the door he looked over his shoulder. "I mean it, Freya. Fuck this up and you're out of here."
    She winced as the door slammed shut. She couldn't afford to lose her job. It wasn't that she cared about herself—if she lost her paycheck she'd figure something out. But she wouldn't be able to support her sister Anna through college, and that wasn't acceptable. She'd vowed after the