Perfect for You

to wear."
    He nodded, juggling the plate and bottle with one hand and moving to the solarium. Might as well get comfortable. A clothing crisis could take a while.
    "Do you remember the little red dress I wore to my company Christmas party last year?" There was rustling and the shrill scratch of hangers being shoved aside. "Is that too, I don't know, sexy to wear on a first date? Or should I stick with a boring black cocktail dress?"
    "What's the goal?"
    "A night of uninhibited debauchery."
    "Then go with the red dress," he said, settling onto the couch. "As I remember, that red dress almost caused a riot among your coworkers. It was made for debauchery."
    "Excellent. Thanks. What are your plans for the evening? Going to spy out the window on a certain downstairs neighbor?"
    He frowned. "I don't spy on her."
    "You would if you had the opportunity," Jade replied. "I've never seen you so pathetic. You bought the flat because of her. That's insane."
    "Stop exaggerating. I met her after I moved in." He bought his flat because the space had felt right. But it wasn't until he met Freya that he suspected that he'd found home. "Get the facts straight."
    "You're still insane. You called me and raved for forty-five minutes about how gorgeous she was. You can't tell me that's sane."
    No, he'd definitely been struck by insanity that day. Who could blame him? She had the cheekbones of a faery queen and the chin of an urchin. The Daisy Dukes she wore that exposed her long, lanky legs didn't hurt either. Nor did the thin tank top that showed the outline of her nipples.
    God, he loved how tall she was. A bohemian priestess, from her orangy-gold eyes down to the silver anklet she wore all the time.
    That anklet drove him crazy.
    "Let me clarify," Jade said in her courtroom voice. "You went on for at least five minutes about how her long, red hair shined in the sun. I doubt you even know what color my hair is after all these years."
    "Her hair is beautiful." To look at and to touch, as he found out that Sunday they'd spent together.
    He'd also found out that her mother named her after the Norse goddess of love and that she'd inherited her hair from her dad. Her favorite color to paint her toenails: midnight blue. He knew that she liked to snack on spaghetti in the middle of the night, and that she loved ginger and tulips.
    With every detail he learned about her, she became that much more alluring, attractive beyond her gorgeous exterior.
    But there was so much he didn't know. Like where her favorite spot to be kissed was. Wondering about that almost drove him as crazy as her anklet.
    Unfortunate that she couldn't stand his guts.
    "I've never seen you act like this over any woman," Jade said, pulling him out of his daydream. "Not even what's-her-name in college."
    "Jade, there's a world of difference between what's-her-name and Freya."
    She snorted. "The only difference is she won't go out with you."
    "Yeah, that's a minor problem." He'd tried everything too, including suggesting going out just as friends, but she always said no. She wouldn't even take a ride to work from him. He couldn't think of what he'd done to cause such a negative reaction. "And now she's taking out a personal ad."
    "Really?" Jade sounded intrigued. "I like that. It's bold. Why is she taking out an ad?"
    "It doesn't matter." He propped his legs on an ottoman. "All I know is she's looking for the perfect god. I just need to convince her that that's me."
    "Anyone ever tell you your ego is just a touch out of control?"
    He grinned. "Just Freya."
    "No wonder you love her. So what's the plan? You obviously can't reply to her ad. She'll just refuse to go out with you."
    True. He frowned.
    "What you need to do is have her understand that you're more than the expensive suits and flashy car."
    "Jezebel is not flashy." Trust a woman to confuse a Ô63 Corvette Stingray with flash. "Jezebel is—"
    "Art," Jade finished for him. "Whatever. But tell me what happens if your goddess meets other gods while you're trying to crack her icy exterior?"
    "I hadn't thought of that." Because what man in his right mind wouldn't want to go out with Freya? He imagined some moron's hands on his woman, and he growled.
    "This is going to be fun," Jade said perkily. "I can't wait to meet her. The one woman in the world immune to Greg Cavanaugh's charms. I can't believe I don't know her yet. I bet we'll get along famously."
    "I'm not sure my fragile ego could take you two ganging up on me."
    She