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‘What are you going to say?’ Zola asked, finally taking a sip of her wine.

‘I think I’ll turn him down. What’s the point? He’s only going to be .?.?.’

‘Ella!’ Zola snapped. ‘For fuck’s sake! You made a deal. The Dicktionary Club profile! He’s the secret weapon, remember?’

I huffed. ‘I know, but—’

‘No buts! I have just been booted out of my home because you refused to meet the last guy you were supposed to, Ella. You are going to write a review on Philip Khan. End of.’

God, I almost flinched I felt so under pressure. It wasn’t my fault Zola met up with Alvaro. I mean, I didn’t make him itch her ditch and then tell her to run away. Yet somehow, I felt guilty because of it all. Reluctantly, I agreed that I’d meet with Philip, and began typing back to him.

I’m good, thanks. OK. See you Friday.

‘Done!’ I announced. ‘But for what it’s worth, I could probably open my laptop right now and write up a complete review of his red flags with no date needed.’

Zola shrugged. ‘Well, fucking do it! Make a start. What’s stopping you?’

I grinned, reaching over to my bag and pulling out my laptop. ‘Fine!’

I logged into the site and began typing.

Name:Philip Khan.

Red Flags:Cocky, arrogant, flashy, big-time show-off. Philip thinks he can buy affection with flowers and dinners. He is a complete womaniser .?.?.

‘OK, and, guys, when we’re done with Daddy Warbucks, I need you both to tell me what you think of this guy,’ Katy said. ‘I’m meeting him tomorrow night at Blue Dog.’

‘Jesus, Blue Dog again?’ I said, beginning to notice a trend in Katy’s dating preferences. ‘Are you still hoping to bump into the Irish guy you met on your first date with Harry?’

I watched her blush. ‘What? No. Sean? No!’

‘Hmmm.?.?. Sean,’ I teased. ‘Such a seductive name, eh?’

‘It’s the music! It’s class. The musicians aresotalented. We should all go one night.’

Zola hummed suspiciously. ‘OK, calm down, Simon Cowell! Are you sure you haven’t sorted out a sponsorship deal for the Dicktionary Club with all the visits to the venue being mentioned that you’re just not telling us about?’

Katy looked surprised. ‘No! But kind of a genius idea, Zo.’

‘God, even depressed Zola is kicking our arses with marketing ideas,’ I grunted from behind my laptop, still typing away.

Zola chuckled and tossed a pillow towards me.

Together we laughed into the night, typing and plotting and ogling our next targets.

Chapter Twenty-Six

Katy

The following evening, Katy was dolled up to the nines for her date at Blue Dog. She arrived a few minutes early and was scanning the booths of the small bar. No Irish guy again. Katy scoffed. She was beginning to wonder if the man she met a few weeks back was real at all.

‘Katy!’ one of the bar staff called out to her. ‘Back again?’

Katy felt her cheeks begin to burn. ‘I know. I promise I don’t have an alcohol issue,’ she said, but she was questioning if she would develop one with the amount of dates she’d been racking up in the past few weeks.

‘Who’s the lucky guy tonight?’ the young woman at the bar asked.

Katy leaned in. ‘His name is Dom Black. He’s thirty-five and a car mechanic.’

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