Usual disclaimers apply. This is not the same teaser I’m sending with review replies.


“I can’t believe it.” He laughs. “All this time I thought you had a snarky comeback for everything. It turns out all I had to do to render you speechless was mention my fake Facebook page?”

“Given all the precautions you take in your personal life, it is a bit out of character—”

“What, that I wanted to put Rock Johnson in your box? Come on, Bella. That shouldn’t be news to you.”

“If you think punching out a pap damaged what little respectability you have left, just wait until the media finds out you have a Facebook page under a pseud that sounds like something a teenaged boy would use as a euphemism for boner.”

He snorts. “And you think I have a dirty mind! What makes you so sure the media will find out?”

“Because I’m not even a real programmer, and I could hack your fake Facebook page piss drunk with one hand tied behind my back.”

“Wanna make a bet?”

It doesn’t matter that we’re on the phone—I know exactly what his face looks like right now. I can hear the cocky smile in his voice. It’s really quite presumptuous of him. I’m the daughter of a dot-com millionaire. I was writing code before I could write my own name.

Rock Johnson is going down.

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  1. on 03 Oct 2012 at 4:35 pmCarol Clark

    Love, love, love this story. Very original and funny!!!

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