"Let me guess: You're single." "But not desperate. So if you're asking me out, you might as well stop now." He looked at me and gave me a slow, sexy smile, clearly undeterred. Uh oh, I thought to myself. He was going to be trouble. HER I was done with love. Always dating the wrong men for the wrong reasons. I sucked so much that my ten-year-old niece used all her allowance to sign me up to an elite dating service. I didn't know whether to laugh or cry. But I knew one thing - I could at least try. Now there he is. Funny? Check. Handsome? Check. Sexy? Check. NOT married? Double check! He's the perfect package. Even with all the choices I have with this new dating service, all I want is him. >HIM Beautiful. Funny. Sexy. She smells so good as well. And that seductive lacy underwear...Winner! I knew all of that the first time I met her. But she's clearly holding back. Like she's been hurt before, more than once, probably by men who look like me. I mean the gorgeous womanizer type. There's one way I can think of to convince her. But if my plan fails, she might never speak to me again.