Goodness of Fit by Missy Marciassa
(Smart is the New Sexy #1)
Publication date: July 2014
Genres: Contemporary, New Adult, Romance
(Smart is the New Sexy #1)
Publication date: July 2014
Genres: Contemporary, New Adult, Romance
Zoe Tawn is about to finish her bachelor’s degree and start a PhD
program in quantitative psychology. Yet her friends don’t think she’s
quite ready to graduate: she still hasn’t played her v-card. Zoe’s
friends don’t know her v-card was played years ago; she doesn’t talk
about that crap. She does agree that dating would make her a more
well-rounded individual, however, so she tries, and realizes the dating
game isn’t for her: she’s a geek, not a flirt. Zoe decides to utilize
her strengths with the mantra “Smart is the new sexy” and develops a
predictive model for companionship to replace those outdated
compatibility questionnaires. Her model goes viral in no time, so her
friends secretly enter her profile into it. When a match comes back, it
shocks them all: it’s Wesley Williams, the twentysomething
CEO billionaire of Quantitative Solutions, where Zoe is doing an
internship. Zoe insists the error in her model must be unacceptably high
until she gets an email requesting she stop by Mr. Williams’ office at
her earliest convenience…
“So what can I do for you, Mr. Williams?” It seemed
like the right question to ask, an appropriate, business-like question. We
needed to get on track.
“Please, call me Wes.”
So they really did call him Wes. I couldn’t stop
myself from smiling. “Then please call me Zoe.”
He gave me another genuine smile that had my
stomach fluttering again in a way that wasn’t at all businesslike.
“Zoe.” How did he manage to make my name sound
sexy? I blinked, trying to clear my head as he continued talking. “I guess it’s
best we’re on a first-name basis.” Did he actually look me up and down? If he
did, he was quick. “Since we’re a perfect match.”
If my cheeks felt warm before, then they were now
flaming. “Oh, that.” A quick laugh escaped. “I-”
What the hell could I say? Why hadn’t I just
followed Lena’s and Talen’s advice and gone out on another date with Elliott?
He may not have had Wes’ presence- okay, few guys did- but I was on even ground
with Elliott. We were both students. With Wes, I felt like whatever water I was
treading was in danger of sucking me under at any moment. If I’d gone out with
Elliott again, I never would have created that damn model, and I wouldn’t be
sitting here in this crazy situation right now.
“We- I didn’t really think-” I was as flustered as
a high school girl. “I didn’t think you- I didn’t think it was you who
actually, you know, participated.” Especially since he was dating a supermodel.
Wes chuckled himself. Were his cheeks growing
rather pink? “We’re really excited about our new Lifestyle Division. Whenever
we hear about something that could be beneficial, it gets our attention.” If
pink had tinged his cheeks, it had faded. He gave me a shrug. “Everyone’s
looking for love.”
He was looking for love? Was he bored with that vapid
model? I mean, Molly Kress was gorgeous, no question about it, but listening to
a thirty second sound bite of hers made it clear she wasn’t all that bright.
But since when did guys care what was in a woman’s head? He could talk to his
friends for intelligent conversation. Wasn’t that how most guys thought?
I forced myself to exhale as I smiled back and
pressed my shoulders down. It was time for me to get myself together. “It’s
only the first version of the model.” At least I knew about the model since I’d
created it. There was no way to make an
ass of myself discussing it. “I still have some modifications to make.” That
was clear, given some of the matches.
Wes leaned forward. The interest in his eyes seemed
genuine. “That’s when the real fun begins.”
I couldn’t believe he said that. He actually got
it. “Yes, it is.” I realized I was leaning forward myself. “People are
providing feedback on how their matches are going, so I’ll have additional data
for the modifications.”
“You built in a mechanism for feedback?” Wes
sounded impressed.
I couldn’t hold back a grin. “Of course. It’s the
most efficient way to improve the model.”
His eyes shone. “You have an exceptional skill at
model development, Zoe.” If the table hadn’t been between us, we would have
been almost touching with the way we were both leaning in. I could smell a hint
of his aftershave and see just how clean-shaven he was. I wondered if the skin
on his chin was as smooth as it looked, or maybe it was just a little rough?
Where the hell did that thought come from? I’d never wondered how another guy’s- or
anyone’s- face felt before. I needed to say something. Now. “Well, I- I really
like it.” A warm and fuzzy feeling seemed to be fogging my brain, even though I
didn’t typically feel warm and fuzzy. His compliment felt as good as a perfect
score on an exam. I felt like I needed to say something more, something better
than that I really liked it. “I like the challenge.”
Were his eyes sparkling? “Intellectual stimulation
is the best kind, isn’t it?”
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Missy
Marciassa loved getting lost in novels from the time she could read, so
it’s no surprise she wanted to write. Her very first “novels” were
re-writing the books she read to get the endings she wanted in second
grade. Missy continued to read and write through grade school and high
school.
After
becoming rather disillusioned with fiction after writing literary
criticism as an English major in college, however, Missy focused on her
enjoyment of learning about people and studied psychology. Reading
fiction fell to the wayside with all the reading and writing required
for college and graduate school, but once Missy became a doctoral
candidate, she rediscovered her love of fiction. Then she started
getting the urge to write, an urge that wouldn’t go away (she refuses to
diagnose it as a compulsion). Covert Assignment is the end result of
that urge.
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