The Gentleman Type by Vivien DeanWe found the perfect guy!
Though the message was short, Jason Burgess stared at it for two solid minutes. Five words. A pointless exclamation mark carrying the echo of Ashley’s high-pitched squeal. Nothing about it suggested anything but good news, and yet, his stomach was leaden as he tried not to think about its unspoken conclusion. No more excuses. Now, he had to go. With a spokesperson in place, his last justification to avoid the convention was out the window. Not just out the window but crash-landed from the fiftieth floor to shatter into a million pieces. All those people—thousands, based on last year’s attendance numbers—were going to expect him to talk and talk and talk and be charming and talk some more and what if they wanted to pursue things af
