Page 21 of Her Irresistible Husband

"If the first one is a check, then I'd say an additional twenty-five percent would be about the woman's USF."

A unique selling factor, hmm.

I'm not sure I have that, but oh well, moving on.

"Anything else?"

"Ten percent on physical attraction."

I'm absolutely certain Wynd and I have that, which now gives me a 50/50 chance of winning a certain billionaire's heart,hooray!

Jilly looks at me suspiciously, her jade eyes narrowing behind her glasses. "Are you sure this hasn't to do anything with you-know-who?"

I can't help laughing. "You know you're acting a little too jealous for someone who's supposedly not obsessed, right?"

"I'm not jealous," she denies huffily while crossing her arms over her oversized sweater. "I just don't like sharing, that's all."

Jilly is so cute when she's denying her infatuation for her Hollywood crush that I just have to—

"Shwop that!"

Jilly's words come out garbled when I quickly reach across the table to pinch her pink cheeks.

"Shwerwushly! Or I shwon't shwell you the shwrest—"

Oh, right.

I totally forgot there's more to the equation, and so I immediately let go and sit on my hands like a chastened child. "I'm so sorry, please go on."

"Don't do that again," my friend grouches.

"Cross my heart," I solemnly swear. "Now, will you please tell me what's next?"

"Fifteen percent," my friend says grumpily, "is all about having a shared or common interest, passion, or goal."

Only one name pops into my mind the moment I realize what she's talking about.

Samuel.

We definitely have that darling boy in common, and my heart suddenly feels like it's about to burst with hope. Having Samuelas our mutual goal means my chances of making Wynd fall in love with me are now at, what, sixty-five percent?

"The last ten percent," Jilly relays, "is being there or doing something at the right time and place."

"That's so vague," I say helplessly.

"Think of it as destiny or luck."

Oh.

When she puts it that way, then in my book...doesn't that mean the last ten percent is about whether you have divine approval or not?

I reach for a celery stick from my sad desk salad and start munching on it while my brain chews over this newest food for thought. Fresh Fridays are that one day of the week I stick to a healthy diet, and I feel rather proud of myself forstillchoosing vegetables over the mac and cheese that was calling my name.

Jilly nudges my foot under the table. "Look..."

I glance over my shoulder and belatedly notice the way a crowd seems to have gathered around the cafeteria doors.

"Maybe we've gotten another billionaire client," I say with a shrug.

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