My life is great, except for one small thing.
I’m lonely.
Between working all the time and just life in general, dating is hard.
So, I decided to take a small shortcut.
I didn’t exactly know what to expect when I walked into Seeking Curves, a high-end matchmaking service for the somewhat fluffy.
Which is me, really—fluffy.
When they asked me what I wanted in a partner, I decided to give them my wish list.
He must have a job. (I’ve been hit on enough by the male passengers on the loser train.)
He must be cute—or at least have a good sense of humor.
Honest.
Kind.
And okay, I mean, let’s be real here—
He needs to be good in bed.
Don’t look at me like that. A woman has needs.
That should be easy, right?
Okay, I admit it. I wasn’t expecting this to work out either.
Color me surprised when I get matched with Travis.
He’s perfect—utterly, irresistibly perfect.
Someone this great must be an angel from heaven, right?
Either that or he’s hiding something…