“For the record, I like that you don’t bring random women to the events. Your penthouse is another story.” She stuck out her tongue like the thought made her sick and she might puke all over my desk.

“And there’s only two of them,” I defended.

While I didn’t have the time or desire for a real girlfriend, I still had needs and wanted good sex. The women on my speed dial did as well. They were both incredibly successful females who were looking for love about as much as I was. The relationship was mutually beneficial. No strings. No feelings. No public appearances. Fuck and leave.

“Would any of them do this for you?” Kayla asked.

I shook my head so hard that I thought it might fall off. “Not a chance. And somehow, my mother seems to know about them as well, so that’s off the table.”

Kayla slapped a hand on the desk with a loud pop. “I swear I did not tell your mom about those women. But back to the point.” She started tapping her pen on top of her notebook. “I think your mom is serious about this, so we only have one real option.”

Leaning forward, I placed my elbows on the desk and gave her my full attention. “I’m all ears.”

“We have to find you someone and make your mom think you’re happy, so she’ll go on her Eat Pray Love trip.”

She flipped open her book and started scribbling quickly as I tried to make sense of her words.

“What the hell is an Eat Pray Love trip?”

Kayla waved me off. “Never mind. It doesn’t matter. Do you have any ex-girlfriends from college that we can pull from?”

“Pull from?” I had no idea what the hell Kayla was talking about. Sometimes, I swore that females had their own language that only they could understand.

She leveled me with a look that screamed for me to keep up. She snapped her fingers at me. “I’m trying to make a list. Girls from your past? Anyone we can ask to do this for you? Do you a solid? A favor? Do you get what I’m saying?” she asked like I was the dumbest male on the planet.

I shook my head. “My mom would never buy it being anyone from my past. She wouldn’t believe it for a second. It has to be someone that she doesn’t know.”

Holy shit. What the hell am I doing? I can’t believe that I am not only actually entertaining this idea, but contributing to it as well.

“This wouldn’t be so hard if you actually wanted to fall in love,” she chastised.

“You’re one to talk,” I chastised back.

For as much shit as Kayla gave me, I didn’t see her prancing around with a serious girlfriend or a ring on her finger either.

“Hey! At least I try. I go on dates every week,” she answered with a snarl, and I couldn’t hide my shock. “And I think I might really like the girl I met last weekend.”