MEET THE FORTUNES
Fortune (?) of the Month: Wesley âWesâ Robinson. Aka Wes Fortune?
Age: 33âand just a few minutes younger than his twin brother, which still irks him.
Vital statistics: Six feet plus with dark hair youâd love to rumple, laser-blue eyes, and donât forget that sexy brain.
Claim to Fame: Wes is the computer genius behind most of Robinson Techâs success.
Romantic prospects: Mr. Tall, Dark and Gorgeous believes âloveâ is nothing more than a chemical reaction. He thinks compatibility is a crock.
âI donât believe Vivianâs new app can possibly work. Finding your perfect match via smartphone?
âHowever, I know a moneymaker when I see one. Thatâs why Iâm spending so much time conferring with Vivian. Itâs all about getting the product off the ground. And possibly proving my star developer wrong. It has nothing at all to do with her hazel eyes ⦠or her persistent personality ⦠or the way she gets me to reveal things Iâd rather keep buried inside. Iâve heard enough of my fatherâs Fortune history to know that wishing for a lifetime love is simply a pipe dream. Or is it?â
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Chapter One
âSo this little square picture of a key opening a heart is going to change the dating habits of the entire nation. I tap it with my fingertip and magically it will lead me to my true love.â With a mocking snort, Wesley Robinson pushed the smartphone aside. âWhat a crock of crap.â
Vivian Blair scowled at the man sitting behind the wide mahogany desk. At this moment, it didnât matter that he was her boss, who also happened to be Vice President of Research and Development at Robinson Tech. Nor did it matter that he happened to be the sexiest man sheâd ever laid eyes on. This project was her baby and she had no intentions of letting him make a mockery of her hard work.
âI beg your pardon?â she asked, her voice rising along with her irritation. âThis little button youâre calling a crock of crap just happens to be a product of your company. A company owned and operated by your family, I might add. Have you forgotten that you approved this idea months ago?â
Ignoring her outburst, he calmly answered, âIâve not forgotten anything, Vivian.â
Throughout the six years sheâd worked for Wes Robinson, heâd rarely called her by her given name, and on each occasion it had never failed to rattle her senses. Her boss was always strictly business. So having her name roll off his tongue was the closest he ever got to acknowledging she was a flesh-and-blood woman.
Vivian shifted on the edge of the wingback chair and did her best to refocus her jolted thoughts on their debate. âThen why are you so intent on degrading the product? I thought you were convinced it was going to make the company a pile of money.â
With confident ease, he leaned back in the oxblood leather chair. After slipping a pair of tortoise-framed glasses from his nose, he leveled a somewhat smug gaze on her face. Vivian had the very unprofessional urge to stick her tongue out at him.
âI still believe the app is going to make money. And probably lots of it,â he agreed. âBut that doesnât mean I believe the theory behind the dating site will hold up. In fact, Iâm willing to bet that after a few months the appâs popularity will sink, simply because the public is going to realize that My Perfect Match wonât fulfill its promise. Still, Iâm willing to gamble the initial sales of the app will outweigh its short lifespan.â
It was hard enough for Vivian to deal with having his eyes sliding leisurely over her face, but hearing him discount her hard work was even worse.
Leaning forward, she said briskly, âForgive my bluntness, Mr. Robinson, but youâre wrong. Completely wrong. My Perfect Match will work. My scientific research assures me that compatibility is the key to finding a perfect mate. The app will lead the consumer to a list of questions that follows strict criteria of the most important issues and topics in a personâs private life. If theyâre answered truthfully, the computer will be able to match you with the perfect person based on corresponding answers.â