Bachelor Swap - Lacey Black Page 0,4

exotic features as she picks her fork back up. “Anyway, let’s not spoil our lunch. Heaven knows when the next time our schedules will jibe again.”

I pick at my salad, but don’t really eat any of it. Instead, I push it around to give the appearance, something I perfected as a child. “How is work going?”

“Excellent. Busy, and I love it,” Amalee beams with pride from across the table. She’s a corporate lawyer, recently promoted to junior partner. She works her tail off seven days a week, eighteen hours a day, in hopes of someday having her name added to the marble sign in front of her firm’s building.

We chitchat through the rest of lunch before the one subject I’ve been waiting for finally comes up. Just as the waiter removes our plates, she asks, “So, how are things with Matthew?” She waggles her eyebrows suggestively, earning her an eye-roll in return.

“Fine.”

“Fine? New relationships are never supposed to be fine, Kyla.”

I shrug and glance around. “He’s very busy.”

My friend doesn’t reply right away, but I feel her eyes on me, observing and judging. “A man who owns his own company is busy, yes. When was the last time you went out?”

I stop and think back. “Two weeks ago?”

Amalee just blinks at me. “Seriously? You guys have only been seeing each other for what, two months? And you haven’t seen him in two weeks?”

I open my mouth, but nothing comes out. I know it sounds bad, and I guess, in reality, it is. At first, Matthew was attentive. He pursued me hard, stopping by the animal shelter and sending me random thinking of you gifts. But the moment we actually started seeing each other, he became distant. We do the typical dinners out at fancy restaurants, but there is no intimate contact. No hand-holding and the kisses are rare and chaste. Nothing I’d expect dating a man like Matthew Wilder would be.

“The sex must be pretty damn good for you to date someone who puts that sour look on your face.” Something must cross my features, because her mouth drops open and she gapes at me in shock. “Seriously?”

I smooth out my used napkin on the table in front of me and avoid eye contact. “We haven’t gotten to that part in our relationship yet.”

“After two months? Is he saving himself for marriage?”

That comment gives me pause. I already know the answer to her question. Matthew Wilder has a reputation, in the boardroom and in the bedroom. I’ve heard many comments over the years from other socialites, all vying for a chance at being invited back to his place. Heck, many have already been and their stories are legendary in small circles.

What I don’t understand is why he chased me so hard and then nothing. And I admit, I was a hard sell. I didn’t make it easy. I wasn’t interested in being another notch on his bedpost. At thirty years old, my goal is more about long term and settling down than a quick romp in the sack. Yet, once I actually agreed to his insistent requests for a date, it was nothing like I imagined.

“I don’t think so,” I finally confirm. Leaning forward to keep nosy neighbors around our table from overhearing, I add, “I just don’t think we’re clicking, Amalee. I can appreciate his desire and drive for work, but it’s like I’m not even an afterthought when he gets home at night. The times I’ve texted him, he rarely replies, and when he does, it’s polite, yet curt.”

“So what are you thinking?”

Sighing, I try to verbalize what I’ve been contemplating for a few days now. “I think I’m going to go over there and see what’s up. If he gives me the brush-off, I’m going to end it with him.”

“Wow, I’m so proud of you. Kyla Morgan breaking up with the great Matthew Wilder. It’s poetic, actually. Do you think he’s ever been the one to be broken up with?”

I scoff, but don’t answer her. We both know the answer would be no.

“Anyway, I thought of showing up with dinner tonight. We usually go out on Saturday evenings, but I’d rather stay in. Maybe if we’re out of the fancy restaurant scene, he’ll be different,” I suggest, though I doubt it. Matthew’s more of the take what you get kind of man, and I’m sure the setting isn’t going to change that.

“I think you should do it. Send him a message now that you’re coming over for